She glanced at Skulduggery, then slid it from her finger and passed it over. In this, as in so many other ways, you are exceptional, Valkyrie.
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“I know, and yet you need an upgrade already. But after their Surge, they need something stronger, something to handle a lot more power.”
When students begin their training, they are given objects like the ring you have now – good, strong, sturdy, capable of wielding an impressive amount of power. “It’s, uh, it’s an exact copy of my ring.” There was a wooden box within, and she opened the lid and raised an eyebrow. Valkyrie pulled the bow apart and the wrapping opened like a gently blooming flower. “-you have always been my favourite,” Wreath finished, ignoring him. “Like you trying to kill billions of people,” Skulduggery said. No one took to it quite like you did, and although we may have hit a few bumps along the way-” “You were my best student in all my years in the Necromancer Temple. “Of course,” Wreath said, almost laughing at her surprise. He took off his hat and didn’t say anything as Wreath came back with a small box, wrapped up in a bow. She glanced back at Skulduggery, who had already let his false face melt away. Now he had a nice, normal girlfriend and he was living in his own apartment in Australia. Such were the advantages of being a Teleporter, she supposed, though these days all that had changed.
Back then, he’d spend his nights in whatever penthouse suite was available around the world, and all for free. The penthouse was huge and extravagant, though Valkyrie had been in bigger and more extravagant when she dated Fletcher. “You’re too kind,” Skulduggery muttered, following them inside and closing the doors behind him. “I can’t have adventures in my home country every once in a while? This is where the real action is, after all. “Solomon! What are you doing here? I thought you were off having adventures.” The doors opened as one and Solomon Wreath smiled at her.īefore she knew what she was doing, she was giving him a hug. She didn’t have time to question him further. “An old friend of yours,” Skulduggery said, and for the first time she noticed the edge to his voice. “Thank you.” She turned back, and knocked on the door. “A token gift is like an empty gesture – devoid of any kind of value.” Does this mean you are as important to them as a car is? Do they love you a car’s worth?” “And a gift is an accurate measurement? Your parents got you a car. It’s not about proving it, it’s about showing it.” “Well … I mean … you don’t, but … but that’s not the point.
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