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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

“My legs are asleep.” She winced, and thumped her thighs. “Ah. God. Ow. Pins and needles.”

Skulduggery looked up at their enemies. “You can ignore this part.”

Cadaverous and Razzia ran at him. Skulduggery batted Razzia aside with a wall of air, but Cadaverous dived at him, took him backwards. Skulduggery spun, flipping the old man over his hip, but Cadaverous was a lot more durable than he looked. He grabbed Skulduggery and pulled him down, and they went rolling.

Valkyrie got to one knee, still wincing as the blood returned to her feet. She glanced up and Lethe was almost upon her. She jerked back, white lightning bursting from her fingertips. It caught him in the chest, sent him whirling to the ground. She stood up, stamped her feet a few times, turned to help Skulduggery.

Then someone whistled. That whistle was joined by another. And another. Suddenly the world was filled with whistling.

Valkyrie looked up. The cell doors were open. The convicts crowded the tiers.

And they started jumping down.

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The first few convicts tore into Skulduggery with an unholy vengeance, but one of them landed right next to Valkyrie, stumbling slightly. She drove her knee into the point of his chin and he slumped backwards.

She turned to the sound of a maniac’s battle cry. A long-haired prisoner made the leap down, her face contorted with hatred. But she missed the dais by a good arm’s length and kept falling. This made some of the other prisoners rethink their plans.

Movement behind her and Valkyrie spun, but was too late to dodge Razzia’s lunge. They went down, rolled, got up again, and Razzia punched Valkyrie and Valkyrie punched Razzia.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” Razzia said, grinning.

Valkyrie didn’t know what to say to that, so she said, “OK.”

Razzia kicked at Valkyrie’s leg and Valkyrie backed off, rubbing the spot where the kick had landed. The prison reverberated with the cheers of its inmates. She circled to her right, and Razzia stayed close, with that wide smile and those crazy eyes.

Valkyrie rushed her. Razzia tried stepping away and kicking, but Valkyrie was too close. She wrapped an arm round the kicking leg and swept the other one, landed on top. They wrestled there, rolling and tumbling, struggling for the dominant position. Whenever she could, Valkyrie fired a punch into Razzia’s ribs. Whenever she could, Razzia returned the favour.

Suddenly Valkyrie was on top and wrenching Razzia’s arm, turning her on to her side and kneeling on her head – but there was a flash of yellow and a prisoner dropped on to her. The world tilted and she was no longer holding Razzia. The prisoner had her. She could smell his hot breath. She could feel his clawing hands. She lashed out, got a lucky shot into the side of his neck. His eyes bulged and she pushed him off. Scrambled up.