A true artist takes no notice whatever of the public. The public to him are non-existent.
Stairs," Valkyrie said, disappointed. "Not just ordinary stairs," Skulduggery told her as he led the way down. "Magic stairs. " "Really?" "Oh, yes. " She followed him into the darkness. "How are they magic?" "They just are. " "In what way?" "In a magicky way. " She glared at the back of his head. "They aren't magic at all, are they?" "Not really.