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Chapters (81)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Contents
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  77. Glossary
  78. Dramatis Personae
  79. Keep Reading …
  80. The Skulduggery Pleasant series
  81. About the Publisher

Valkyrie pulled the photograph from the album, looking at Bridget as she did so. “Can I borrow this?”

“I guess so,” the old woman said. “Is everything OK? You look ill.”

“I’m fine,” said Valkyrie. “Just eager to talk to some people. Thank you very much for your help.”

“Of course,” said Bridget. “If you track them down, please tell them I was asking after them. They were such lovely boys.”

“We will,” said Valkyrie, and led the way out. The moment they were out of Bridget’s view – she stood in her doorway, waving as they walked – they dodged off the street, hurrying up the steps into the cover of Buena Vista Park.

Valkyrie spun to Temper. “This old friend of yours, what’s her name again?”

“Tessa Mehrbano.”

“You know where she lives?”

“Yeah. New York.”

“Talk to her. We’ll head back to Roarhaven, get things sorted out there. Maybe Mehrbano knows something that’ll help us, maybe she doesn’t, but it won’t hurt to try.”

Temper hesitated. “I haven’t really been her favourite person for a few years now.”

“I doubt you’re anyone’s favourite person except your own,” Valkyrie said, “but you still have to go.”

“OK, that was especially harsh.”

“Sorry. Didn’t mean it. Not thinking straight. Never, take him.”

“I’m not a taxicab,” Never snapped.

Valkyrie stiffened, and turned her gaze to him slowly. “Take Temper to New York,” she said, “then come back for us. When I have time to ask nicely, I will ask nicely. But right now, do what I say or get out of my sight.”

Never flushed. “Hey, you’re the one who came to me for help.”

“And if you’re going to give that help then you’re going to do it without sulking every time you look at me. Now take him to New York.”

Glaring, Never reached out and Temper took his hand, and they vanished.

Valkyrie deflated all of a sudden, sagging back against a tree. Omen got the feeling she’d forgotten he was there. A familiar sensation.

“Um,” he said.

She looked up. “Yes?”

“I was … I was just going to ask. The guy in the picture. Who is he?”

“You really don’t know? Have you ever been to the High Sanctuary?”

“No.”

“If you had, you’d have seen him,” Valkyrie said. She frowned, and looked around. “Huh,” she said.

“What’s wrong?”

She hesitated. “Nothing, I just …”

And that’s when somebody punched Omen in the back of the head.

49

Valkyrie lunged, trying to catch Omen before he hit the ground, but he’d already face-planted in the dirt before she got anywhere close. He lay there, not moving, and Valkyrie looked around, trying to work out what the hell had happened.

“What’s your name, then?”