"Really? What happened?" If Skulduggery was offended by the sarcasm, it didn't show. The way the girl was gingerly moving reminded him of Yomi the night before, which meant she might have undergone the same miracle treatment. And if that was the case, this girl might be a bit more willing to talk about what happened than Yomi had been.

The books she was indicating looked like a series on the occult. Technically, some of them might have been nonfiction - histories of witchcraft and such - but to Skulduggery, they read like comedies. It was all highly amusing, like watching a blind person try to describe color; it just wasn't possible without having experienced it for yourself. Of course, who was he to judge what the girl wanted to read?

Skulduggery grabbed four or five thick books off the shelf and placed them carefully on the nearby table. The name 'Aleister Crowley' on one of them caught his attention, and he made a noise halfway between a laugh and a grunt. "I hope you aren't treating this as fact," he said, an edge of amusement to his tone that would have been accompanied by a friendly smile on the face of someone who didn't have to concentrate on their facial expressions. He paused. "Then again, I don't really see this as light reading material. What are you interested in?"