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Chapters (115)
  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

She yanked the Remnant free and Vex sagged, and she threw him away. He hurtled through the air, landed and rolled. Dead or unconscious, with all that blood Valkyrie didn’t know. All she knew was that he’d landed in the street beside her.

The Remnant wriggled in Darquesse’s grip, but its struggles only made her widen her smile.

“Scared, are you? I bet you are. When you’re like this, you can’t form thoughts, can you? Not really. All you are is instinct. Emotion. Right now, all you are is fear.”

Valkyrie reached Vex without Darquesse looking round, and she tugged the backpack from over his shoulder. She wanted to check his pulse, to check he was still alive, but she couldn’t, she had to move, and so she sprinted for the other side of the street. Once safely behind a half-demolished wall, she put the bag on her back, fixing the strap across her chest, feeling the reassuring weight of the Sceptre. She peeked out as Darquesse let the Remnant go, and watched her laugh at the speed with which it flew off.

Valkyrie cut through the remains of an alley, started running.

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She had to admit, she was impressed.

Sanguine wasn’t taking any chances fighting the Black Cleaver, but neither was he missing opportunities. The God-Killer dagger gave him confidence, but he wasn’t letting that spill over into cockiness. He attacked with skill, and timing, and patience, and he came close a few times. The Black Cleaver obviously knew what the dagger was, because he twisted and spun and danced just out of reach. There was a healthy respect at work here from both men.

Sanguine stumbled away from a swiping blade, into the wall. And he smiled.

The wall crumbled and he sank into it. The Black Cleaver turned, wary, stepping lightly and quickly.

Sanguine lunged from the opposite wall and the Black Cleaver blocked the slash, but the dagger cut through the scythe blade like it was paper. The Cleaver abandoned his weapon and flipped backwards, to the door of the Ops Room. He snatched a fallen scythe from the ground and whirled, but Sanguine was already gone.

The Black Cleaver was outmatched.

He turned his visored helmet towards Tanith, then broke into a sprint, and she readied herself.

As the Cleaver sprinted down the corridor, Sanguine leaped out of one wall and into the other, criss-crossing his path, slashing at every chance he got. The Cleaver flipped or jumped or whirled away from every cut. The closer he got to Tanith, the more desperate Sanguine seemed to become. Tanith tightened her grip on her sword, and bared her teeth.

The Cleaver was five strides from her when Sanguine tackled him. The dagger fell and the Cleaver’s elbow smacked into the Texan’s jaw, and he spun, ended up facing Tanith, the Black Cleaver right behind him, scythe whirling in his hands.