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Chapters (81)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Contents
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
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  18. 13
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  77. Glossary
  78. Dramatis Personae
  79. Keep Reading …
  80. The Skulduggery Pleasant series
  81. About the Publisher

“Because arriving with a bunch of Cleavers might not be the best idea,” Omen explained. “I was just talking to Temper. Apparently, he can fix everything – he just needs to talk to Doctor Melior, and Melior will probably be with Valkyrie. So, when the Supreme Mage draws that sigil on your arm, I’m going to need you to come get me, then pick up Temper in New York, and then we can all do the blind teleporting thing.”

“No way. No way, Omen. The Supreme Mage herself asked me to do this.”

“And I’m asking you to do something else.”

“She’s the Supreme Mage.”

“And I’m your friend.”

“She outranks you!”

“And you’re my best friend, Never. I wouldn’t ask you to do this unless I thought it was the best thing to do.”

Never’s voice was hushed but somehow loud. “You don’t know the best thing to do! You don’t know anything! Name me one class you’re doing well in! Name me one piece of homework you didn’t have to copy off me! You cannot ask me to do this, Omen, because you are an idiot and I can’t trust that you’d know a good idea if it hit you with a brick!”

“I’ll be on O’Connell Street,” Omen said. “Outside Eason bookshop. I hope you’ll come get me.”

“I’m not going to do it, Omen. I’m not going to do it.”

“I hope you do.”

Omen hung up.

61

She hurt.

She was sitting up on the bunk, her back against the wall, her legs stretched out, and her mouth open. Her lips were burst. She’d washed some of the blood off at the sink, left the cracked porcelain stained with red handprints. Her jaw hurt like hell, but they’d removed her packet of leaves when they’d taken her phone.

She wasn’t shackled any more, though her powers were still bound and the auxilium sigil, invisible upon her skin, was useless. The cell saw to that. Skulduggery stood outside, still as a statue, looking in at her. His hat cast a deep shadow, hiding his skull.

“They’re going to kill me, are they?” she asked, her voice dull.

“Everyone dies,” Skulduggery responded. “You might get lucky and come back as a skeleton like me. Wouldn’t that be fun? We could have all sorts of adventures.”

“We already have all sorts of adventures.”

“Skeleton adventures are different. There’s more room for puns.”

She talked carefully with ruined lips. “You don’t have to guard me, you know. I have no idea how to escape from a prison cell.”

“I’m not guarding you,” Skulduggery said. “I’m protecting you. Cadaverous Gant is eager to end your life.”

“Why? Because Jeremiah Wallow fell when he tried to kill me? How is that my fault?”