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Back Resurrection
Chapters (81)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Contents
  6. 1
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  8. 3
  9. 4
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  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
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  75. 70
  76. 71
  77. Glossary
  78. Dramatis Personae
  79. Keep Reading …
  80. The Skulduggery Pleasant series
  81. About the Publisher

Temper cleared his throat, loudly, and Omen turned to him again. “How about you ignore the multiple murderer you’re talking to and just focus on getting me out of here, how about that?”

“Yes,” Omen said at once. “OK. Sorry. Do you have the key?”

“Slick, if I had the key, I wouldn’t need to be rescued.”

“I mean, do you know where the key is?”

“I do not.”

“Then do you know how I can rescue you without it?”

Temper sagged. “My initial excitement is flagging, just to let you know. How did you get here?”

“I teleported,” said Omen.

“Ah! My man’s a Teleporter!”

“Well, no. I hitched a ride, actually. I know what’s going on, though. Skulduggery Pleasant and Valkyrie Cain brought me in to help.”

“They brought you in? They didn’t find Tanith Low or the Monster Hunters or any spare Dead Men that might be floating around? They brought you in? What age are you?”

“Fourteen.”

“What’s your name?”

“Omen Darkly.”

Temper brightened. “The Chosen One? Well, goddamn, I take it all back.”

“Uh … I’m not actually the Chosen One. I’m the Chosen One’s brother.”

Temper went quiet for a moment. “I didn’t know the Chosen One had a brother.”

“He does,” Omen answered. “And I’m him.” The look on Temper’s face didn’t change, so Omen kept talking. “You don’t have to worry, though. I was there for every step of my brother’s training, and I picked up a lot.” He wasn’t quite sure what he was saying any more. He wished his mouth would stop moving. “You’re in good hands. I can totally rescue you.” Omen gave another smile while his words caught up with him. Holy crap. He was talking gibberish. There was no way Temper was going to believe the stuff he was saying.

“OK, slick,” Temper said. “I believe you. Proceed with the rescuing.”

Omen couldn’t move for a moment. Then he nodded. When that didn’t do anything, he looked around. The solution didn’t jump out at him so he chewed his lip.

“Kid?” Temper said.

“Do you think they have a spare key, maybe, hidden somewhere?” Omen asked. “Behind a loose brick or something?”

“Probably not.”

“OK. That’s unfortunate. I’m not sure how I’m going to rescue you, then.”

Temper scratched his stubble. “Listen to me, you don’t need to. You just have to call Skulduggery and tell him what’s going on.”

“My phone doesn’t work in here. I’ll have to go outside and call him. Do you know where the exit is?”

“You have no idea where we are, do you? We’re on a floating island. Going outside here means dropping into the ocean.”

“Oh.”