A/N: wow, been a while, right? Don't worry, as these are only drabbles I don't plan to end them. I may go AGES without putting one up, but especially when the new book arrives (front cover looks awesome btw) I'll probs write a load more.
This one has spoilers for The Faceless Ones if you haven't read it (where do you live, under a brick? Although, come to think of it, SP gets released in America ages after here in England, right?)
Boring
Even with the help of Solomon Wreath, even with the power of Necromancy, Valkyrie Cain did not know how she was supposed to save Skulduggery.
"Skulduggery Pleasant's head, Miss Cain." Wreath's words rang out in her mind. How was she, Valkyrie Cain, a fifteen year old girl supposed to hunt down a skeletons head? Where could she start? And how in God's name would she know it was his. Valkyrie highly doubted that the skeleton detective had carved his name in the back for keep safe purposes.
Why did the idiot have to have his head nicked in the first place?
Then again, if Skulduggery had still owned his original head when he had been caught in the realm of the Faceless ones, then she would have no way of saving him.
A world without Skulduggery…? Well, it would certainly be peaceful.
But peaceful was boring.
She would find Skulduggery's head, get Fletcher to open that stupid portal, and then, just to top it all off, she would reclaim her skeleton!
Now that was a promise.