Blue Tile Work in Shah Jahan Mosque, Thatta, Pakistan
Shah Jahan’s mosque built in 17th century Thatta, Sindh. Intriguing that it has no minaret only bricks. Inspired indo-saracenic revival in London.
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Do you know how many people depend on you to make good decisions? Do you have any idea? Your grandmother, your teammates! You better start making ‘em! You better stop being so damn selfish and stop feeling sorry for yourself!
It was a question Valkyrie asked a lot. One that no one ever really answered.
For Skulduggery, it’s chasing after those of Mevolent’s
followers who managed to slip away. It’s nearly getting his ribs blown off
after throwing a bundle of dynamite at the Baron. It’s shattered mirrors and
holes in the wall as he struggles to keep his wrath under control. It’s
pretending Serpine isn’t sitting cosily in his castle, sipping red wine from a
long-necked glass. It’s ignoring the ugly twist he feels when he sees another
man with his wife and child.
For Ghastly, it’s spending copious amounts of money on new
fabrics and tailoring equipment, and holing himself up in his shop for over a
year. It’s taking on every client who comes to him, and finding ways to make
their clothes into an extra layer of defence, despite the war being over, there is no need for them. It’s splitting punching bags and trying not to
smash the face of whoever makes the mistake of approaching him from behind. It’s
taking in two cats, one with a red coat and the other with amber eyes. It’s buying
a spice rack and spending the next few months hesitating whenever he reaches
for it because there are so many choices and he isn’t used to such a thing as
For Anton, it’s wiping away his existence. It’s going from
one continent to the next, and searching for something, somewhere. He doesn’t
know what it is he’s looking for, but he knows he’ll figure it out. It’s scribbling ideas of what it could be on
scraps of paper and leaving them to rot in his pocket. It’s lurking in bars and
never ordering more than one drink, watching the other tenants and trying to
forget amber eyes and a single candle.
For Dexter, it’s going into bars alone and coming out with a
girl or two hanging from his arm. It’s never spending more than one night in
the same bed, revisiting old war zones in an attempt to stop thinking of them
as war zones. It’s buying an expensive new car and driving it all across
America, trying not to imagine what would have happened to all the mortals he
sees had they lost. It’s seeing kids with their parents and trying not to envy
For Saracen, it’s reliving every death, every near miss,
every mistake. It’s trying to forget all the ‘what ifs’ and all the ‘I could
have done’s. It’s stepping out of the line of sight of the people he calls
friends, just in time for them to blink and believe they’re imagining seeing
him. It’s bar fights and hookers and nights in the drunk tank. It’s mornings
where he contemplates just giving up magic altogether and just becoming mortal.
It’s going to school and learning science, because maybe he can make sense of
For Erskine, it’s waking up in a cold sweat, screams dying
in his throat and tears streaking down his face. It’s freezing up whenever the
phone rings and trying not to jump to the conclusion that someone else has
died. It’s going days without a decent meal because cooking the meals had
always gone to Ghastly, or Anton, or Saracen. It’s nearly burning his apartment
building down because he forgot he’d been cooking himself something. It’s
spending a month helping Skulduggery and stopping after nearly killing a man
who looks just a little bit too familiar. It’s drowning himself in alcohol and
spending money on shallow, frivolous women because it’s the only way he won’t
be alone, at least for a little while. It’s staying up all night second-guessing
Everyone else: Oh my God, we’ll finally find out Saracen’s power and the secret of Valkyrie’s blood! Also, who’s Omen Darkly??
Me: I just wanna know whether China’s old assistant was mute or he couldn’t be bothered to waste his oxygen to speak.