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  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

She looked up. “And then you’ll go?”

“You know where he is?”

“No. No idea. Will you go now?”

“I need something, Tessa.”

“What makes you think I know anything that could help you? There was a group of them. They used to go bowling, for the gods’ sake. They even had the shirts. Man, I used to laugh my ass off at that, but I got along with Parthenios Lilt better than I got along with Melior and Vega.”

“You were friends with him? Lilt?”

“Sure. We had similar views about mortals. Views I have since left behind me, by the way.”

“I admire your new-found tolerance. You meet any of Lilt’s other friends?”

“Sure. This chick named Quibble. Creepy guy called Smoke.”

“Quibble’s dead.”

“I don’t care.”

“What do you know about Azzedine Smoke?”

Mehrbano shrugged. “Not much. I never paid attention to what any of them were saying. I remember one evening, over at Smoke’s place, he just would not stop with the chatter. He was working on that freaky rubber suit the entire time and hours go by and I realise I have no idea what he’s—”

“Wait,” said Temper, “go back. What was he doing?”

“The suit,” she replied. “The black suit. He was working on it. He’d been working on it for weeks.”

“What was he doing with it?” Temper asked. “Think carefully now. This is important.”

“What is?”

“The suit, Tessa. Tell me everything you remember about the suit.”

56

The Brute was the biggest prison block in Coldheart. It had eighteen tiers of cells arranged around a wide-open space. Hanging over that space was the security hub/control room, a large, windowed cube that dangled on thick chains, accessible only via retractable walkways. Far beneath it, level with the block’s second tier, was a large dais that hovered in place – no chains, ropes or struts necessary. Two tiers beneath that, a lake of energy rippled over the floor.

Cadaverous stood on the first tier, leaning against the rails. He flicked a silver dollar into the lake – it fried instantly.

The prisoners had stopped asking to be released. Every so often, one of them would mutter a curse, but they’d learned pretty fast that Cadaverous and the others were not here to free them, and they’d learned almost as quickly that continuous noise would result in their food privileges being taken away. For the most part, they just sat in their cells, sullen and bored and lucky they were being fed at all.

Cadaverous looked up towards the dais, following the sound of drills and welders. Working from Destrier’s plans, three large metal Xs were being attached to hydraulic arms that would lift them high into the air. Doctor Melior was insisting that these things were absolutely necessary in order for Abyssinia to be resurrected. Cadaverous had his doubts. It all seemed needlessly theatrical.