skulduggery pleasant · dark academia · supernatural · detective · irish · undead · humor · mystery · ensemble cast · fantasy
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windowpane, painting the empty street in shades of silver and shadow. Ghastly let the blind fall shut and turned from the glass. Behind him, Ravel cradled a steaming cup of tea, his gaze distant. "Remember Tesseract?" Ravel mused, almost to himself. "I'd fancy another go at him." Across the room, Skulduggery Pleasant didn't look up from his newspaper, the bone of his skull stark in the lamplight. "You shouldn't be so eager for a repeat performance," he warned, his voice dry as dust. Ghastly sank into the chair before his sewing machine, the familiar weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. "I have a business to run," he said, his voice gruff. Ravel chuckled, the sound bright against the melancholy evening. "You've both lost your nerve. Y…