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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Table of Contents
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  114. Also by Derek Landy
  115. About the Publisher

Darquesse screamed, clutching her hand, too shocked by the sight of her spurting blood to do anything about it. The Redhood whirled, taking her legs out from under her. She hit the ground and tried to scramble away. Her jacket bunched up, exposing her back, and the Redhood impaled his blade in her flesh.

Her scream was cut off. Her mouth was open but no sound came out. Pain danced in her wide eyes.

And then, as if the pain had only been an act, her eyes narrowed and the terror washed away. Black flames consumed the Redhood and burned him from existence. She stood, pulled out the scythe and dropped it with one hand even as her fingers grew back on the other.

The other Redhoods closed in. She swept her arms wide and they exploded into nothing. Then she fixed her glare on Mevolent.

She dived into the air and flew at him, but he caught her again with that dazzling green light and she fell into the street.

Lord Vile shadow-walked to her side. She sprang up, waved her hand, but nothing happened. Tendrils of darkness lashed at her face, drawing blood and cries of pain. She ran, slipping and sliding away from the shadows. She didn’t even see Baron Vengeous waiting for her. He ran her through with his cutlass, finding the space between her jacket and waistband, and Darquesse gasped, gagged, fell sideways, sliding off the blade.

Her strength returned and she swung wildly, but Vengeous was already calmly stepping away.

She got up, healing her injuries. But instead of attacking, she stayed where she was, looking from Vengeous to Vile to Mevolent. Her face was tight with anger, but tempered with something else – the realisation that she was not going to win this.

She started to flicker, slowly at first and then faster. The gun in Mevolent’s hands was getting ready to fire again, but before he could aim she straightened up, looked over at Valkyrie and gave her a shrug, and then she shunted.

Mevolent lowered the weapon.

Hands seized Valkyrie from behind. Skulduggery tried to fight, but there were too many Redhoods. She glimpsed Ravel being thrown to the ground and shackled, and then someone hit her and the world spun. Her knees gave out, but she wasn’t allowed to fall.

Baron Vengeous came into view. From this close, he looked like a corpse. “Take the skeleton and the Elemental to the Racks,” he told someone. “I want them screaming before the hour is up.”

“And the girl?”

Vengeous barely glanced at her. “Take her to Professor Nye. Tell it, it can do whatever it likes to her.”

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THE END IS NYE

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