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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

She shrugged. “We should stop that. A friendship like ours is a friendship that relies on one hundred per cent honesty at all times.”

“Then is it true what I heard about you and Rasure Cross?”

“One hundred per cent honesty from this moment on,” said Never, smoothing down her skirt. “Hey, did you hear? Skulduggery Pleasant was here yesterday.”

Omen stuffed some egg into his mouth. “Yeah?”

“Chocolate said she was in French and she happened to glance out the window and there he was.”

“That’s cool.”

“She said Valkyrie Cain was with him.”

“Right.”

Never’s face had already soured. “I thought they’d split up.”

“I, uh, I don’t think they were ever together in that way …”

“You know what I mean. I thought she’d gone off to live out her life in America. That’s what I was hoping. She probably missed the limelight too much, had to come back to get everyone talking about her again.”

“OK.”

“Chocolate said that she looked just like Darquesse.”

“Well, obviously.”

“Yeah, I know. I just expected her to look a little different from all the videos, you know? You’d think she’d have dyed her hair a different colour or something. It’s like she’s proud of what she did.”

“Ah … I don’t think that’s fair …”

“She’s walking around the same city she half destroyed, Omen. What else would you call it? And why are you defending her?”

“Because it wasn’t her, was it? It was Darquesse.”

Never had that look on her face.

“Stop,” Omen said quickly. “We’re not talking about this again. We have different opinions and I know how angry you get when we talk about it, so let’s not, OK? Not today. I have too much on my mind.”

She stared at him. “You have what?”

He blushed. “I, uh, I have a lot to think about.”

Never laughed. “You have too much on your mind? Oh my God.”

“Please forget I said that.”

“I will never, ever forget you said that. Oh my God, you sound just like my mother.”

He sagged. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“No. I’m not. At all. Mum.”

Omen sighed, and swallowed the last mouthful of his breakfast before putting his knife and fork on his empty plate. “I’m going to go get ready for class now, because at least in class no one laughs at me quite as much as you do.”

Never grinned. “Bet you don’t even know what class we have.”

“Actually, I do,” said Omen. “We have history, with Mr Lilt.”