Skulduggery tilted his head, eyeless gaze on both the wheelbarrow and Wreath's wandering hand. "I'll take that as a 'no'."

Not that he could blame him. Every single one of Skulduggery's fights was over, and he still shared that same suspicion - the certain knowledge that no matter how calm things got, there was always something new waiting around the corner. Something dangerous. Another fight that would never end. In Skulduggery's case, the suspicion was a tad more valid; despite his best efforts, he was never going to die.

"I'm the same Skulduggery as before," he reassured Solomon. "As far as that's possible, with a new year of memories."