And Dexter could conjure armchairs out of thin air.
What could Gordon do? Did he have magic? Magic he hid from everyone else in his family? Could he conjure things, or was he an Elemental? How important was he? One of the leaders of Irish sorcerers knew who Gordon was without needing to be prompted. Just how deep into this world did Gordon get? Did Gordon change his name, too?
Why didn't he say anything?
"Well..." Stephanie didn't try to wriggle out of her mother's embrace. She hadn't complained once this evening, in fact. Not that she had a right to, but there was still something disconcerting about her uncharacteristic behaviour, piled in with all the shocks. She'd saved the world. She'd saved the world. And she'd never even given them a chance to be proud of her for it. "Once, sort of. For an hour. It broke as soon as I changed my name."
Desmond really wanted a chair. "Who was it?"
"No one," Stephanie answered a little too quickly. "Just, uh... they're not important. They're reformed, too. They're actually the reason we have these angel statues."
As far as assurances went, Des wasn't too comforted by this one. The angel statues were every bit as unnerving to him as they were to Melissa. He wasn't exactly enamoured with anyone who thought making them was a good idea, even if making them was a good idea. "Who was it?"
"You probably won't meet her," said Stephanie. "She's reclusive. And she had good intentions even back then. She was really just trying to stop a war."
"Stop a war?"
"Um - "
"How did controlling you stop a war?"
Stephanie's face fell. "I wasn't going to say anything else. Why did I say anything else? Skulduggery, why didn't you stop me?"
"I didn't know you were going to incriminate yourself."
"I always incriminate myself. You should just stop me from ever talking again."
"If you say so." Skulduggery cleared his throat. "She was trying to find a way to rescue me. In her innocent youth and general ignorance of magic, she made the wrong choice in who to trust. Also in her innocent youth and general ignorance of magic, she got herself out of it. The only war involved was in the imaginings of a woman with questionable loyalties."
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What could Gordon do? Did he have magic? Magic he hid from everyone else in his family? Could he conjure things, or was he an Elemental? How important was he? One of the leaders of Irish sorcerers knew who Gordon was without needing to be prompted. Just how deep into this world did Gordon get? Did Gordon change his name, too?
Why didn't he say anything?
"Well..." Stephanie didn't try to wriggle out of her mother's embrace. She hadn't complained once this evening, in fact. Not that she had a right to, but there was still something disconcerting about her uncharacteristic behaviour, piled in with all the shocks. She'd saved the world. She'd saved the world. And she'd never even given them a chance to be proud of her for it. "Once, sort of. For an hour. It broke as soon as I changed my name."
Desmond really wanted a chair. "Who was it?"
"No one," Stephanie answered a little too quickly. "Just, uh... they're not important. They're reformed, too. They're actually the reason we have these angel statues."
As far as assurances went, Des wasn't too comforted by this one. The angel statues were every bit as unnerving to him as they were to Melissa. He wasn't exactly enamoured with anyone who thought making them was a good idea, even if making them was a good idea. "Who was it?"
"You probably won't meet her," said Stephanie. "She's reclusive. And she had good intentions even back then. She was really just trying to stop a war."
"Stop a war?"
"Um - "
"How did controlling you stop a war?"
Stephanie's face fell. "I wasn't going to say anything else. Why did I say anything else? Skulduggery, why didn't you stop me?"
"I didn't know you were going to incriminate yourself."
"I always incriminate myself. You should just stop me from ever talking again."
"If you say so." Skulduggery cleared his throat. "She was trying to find a way to rescue me. In her innocent youth and general ignorance of magic, she made the wrong choice in who to trust. Also in her innocent youth and general ignorance of magic, she got herself out of it. The only war involved was in the imaginings of a woman with questionable loyalties."
"She wasn't - "
"Valkyrie, don't talk."
Stephanie closed her mouth and glared at him.