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

“I know the history, Omen. Unlike you, I actually pay attention in class. But even that annoys me. Wearing the masks implies a grand old tradition, right? This school is less than five years old. It has no traditions. This isn’t Yale. They aren’t the Skull and Bones Society.”

“The what?”

“My point is: do you really want to wear the stupid mask and go to their secret meetings?”

“Secret?”

“Secret,” said Never. “As in behind-closed-doors secret.”

“I thought they met in the West Library.”

“Not for ages. I swear, do you pay attention to anything? These days they meet in one of the back rooms of the fifth-floor library.”

“Huh,” said Omen. “And they close the doors?”

“Yes, they do.”

“Ever wonder what they talk about?”

“Oh, I know what they talk about.”

“You do? What?”

Never rolled her eyes. “History, Omen. They talk about history.”

“Oh,” he said. “Oh, yeah.”

High heels clacked behind them, and Omen only realised that the corridor had emptied as they turned.

“Where are you two supposed to be?” Miss Wicked asked.

“Chemistry,” said Never.

“I’m not sure,” said Omen.

“Never, run off to chemistry, there’s a good girl. Omen, find out where you’re going and go there.”

“Yes, miss.”

She moved on, and Omen smelled her perfume as she went.

“Catch you on the flip-flop,” said Never, and sauntered away, her skirt swishing.

“What class do I have now?” Omen called after her.

“Look up your timetable,” she called back.

“Where’s my timetable?”

“In your bag.”

Omen frowned at his empty hands. “Where’s my bag?”

“You left it in history,” Never said, and disappeared round the corner.

“Dammit,” said Omen.

17

“Crap,” said Valkyrie, the coffee spilling onto her sleeve. The guy who had bumped into her glowered like he was expecting an argument, but Valkyrie just turned away, took some napkins and left the café without saying anything else. A few years ago her words would have sliced through him until he apologised, maybe started crying, but that particular fire wasn’t burning inside her anymore. She didn’t know if it’d ever come back.

She got to her car, put the cup in the holder and dried herself off as best she could, then drove to the High Sanctuary. She showed her badge to the Cleaver and he allowed her into the car park. She picked a spot beside the Bentley and got out, zipping up her coat. It was another cold day. She showed her badge to the Cleaver and he allowed her into the car park. She picked a spot beside the Bentley and got out, zipping up her coat. It was another cold day.