"My sense of adventure," Skulduggery muttered, "is right where it's supposed to be. I think yours is the one that's escaped."

There was something relaxing about watching the crackle of the tall bonfire, even Skulduggery had to admit. But while Skulduggery was now perfectly capable of relaxing, and had been for a while, centuries of habit were difficult to sweep under the rug. He was getting bored, and in some ways, boredom could be just as dangerous as anger.

"What would it take," Skulduggery asked on a whim, "to convince you to build a garage in the Hotel?"