Chapters (115)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Table of Contents
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- Also by Derek Landy
- About the Publisher
51. The Temple of the Spider
52. The Devil Comes to Play
53. The End is Nye
54. The Deal
55. The Exiled
56. Toe to Toe
57. A World of Pain
58. Valkyrie’s Affliction
59. The Corpse Trail
60. Freaks
61. The Plan
62. The Knock on the Door
63. The City Below
64. Chasing Alice
65. The Second Test
66. Table Manners
67. Lightning
68. The Hourglass
69. Strange Bedfellows
70. Return of the Living Dead
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Also by Derek Landy
About the Publisher
1
MEEK RIDGE
ive in the morning and Danny is up, rolling slowly out of bed, eyes half open as his bare feet touch the floorboards. Getting up this early is worse in the winter, when the cold threatens to push him back under the covers. Colorado winters are something to behold, as his dear departed dad would say, and Danny isn’t one to argue with his dear departed dad. But the summers are warm, and so he sits on the edge of his bed without shivering, and after a dull minute he forces his eyes open wide, stands up and dresses.
He goes downstairs, puts the coffee on while he opens the store. Five thirty every morning except Sundays, the General Store is open and ready for business. It was that way when Danny was a boy and his folks ran the place, and it’s that way now that Danny is twenty-seven and his folks are cold and quiet and lying side by side in the ground. On his more maudlin days, Danny also likes to think his dreams are buried down there with them too, but he knows this is unfair. He tried to be a musician; he moved to LA and formed a band and when it didn’t all happen the way he wanted he scampered back home to take over the family business.
He quit, and there’s no one to blame but himself.
By six, the town of Meek Ridge is awake. People stop by on the way to work, and he speaks to them with none of that easy patter his mom had been famous for. Back when she was alive, she’d talk the hind legs off a donkey, and she’d always be quick to crinkle up her eyes and laugh. His dad was more measured, more reserved, but people around here still liked him well enough. Danny doesn’t know what they think of him, the wannabe rock star who lit out as soon as he finished school and skulked back with his tail between his legs years later. Probably just as well.