Skulduggery Pleasant: Books 1 - 12. Derek Landy

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      MEETING CHINA SORROWS

      kulduggery Pleasant’s car was a 1954 Bentley R-Type Continental, one of only 208 ever made, a car that housed a six-cylinder, 4.5-litre engine, and was retro-fitted with central locking, climate control, satellite navigation and a host of other modern conveniences. Skulduggery told Stephanie all of this when she asked. She’d have been happy with, “It’s a Bentley.”

      They left Gordon’s land via a back road at the rear of the estate to avoid the flooding, a road that Stephanie hadn’t even noticed until they were on it. Skulduggery told her he was a regular visitor here, and knew all the little nooks and crannies. They passed a sign for Haggard and she thought about asking him to drop her home, but quickly banished that idea from her head. If she went home now she’d be turning her back on everything she’d just seen. She needed to know more. She needed to see more.

      “Where are we going?” she asked as they drove on.

      “Into the city. I’ve got a meeting with an old friend. She might be able to shed some light on recent events.”

      “Why were you at the house?”

      “Sorry?”

      “Tonight. Not that I’m not grateful, but how come you happened to be nearby?”

      “Ah,” he said, nodding. “Yes, I can see how that question would arise.”

      “So are you going to answer it?”

      “That’s unlikely.”

      “Well, why not?”

      He glanced at her, or at least he turned his head a fraction. “The less you know about all this, the better. You’re a perfectly normal young lady, and after tonight, you’re going to return to your perfectly normal life. It wouldn’t do for you to get too involved in this.”

      “But I am involved.”

      “But we can limit that involvement.”

      “But I don’t want to limit that involvement.”

      “But it’s what’s best for you.”

      “But I don’t want that!”

      “But it might—”

      “Don’t start another sentence with ‘but’.”

      “Right. Sorry.”

      “You can’t expect me to forget about all of this. I’ve seen magic and fire and you, and I’ve learned about wars they don’t tell us about in school. I’ve seen a world I never even knew existed.”

      “Don’t you want to get back to that world? It’s safer there.”

      “That’s not where I belong.”

      Skulduggery turned his whole head to her and cocked it at an angle. “Funny. When I first met your uncle, that’s what he said too.”

      “The things he wrote about,” Stephanie said, the idea just dawning on her, “are they true?”

      “His books? No, not a one.”

      “Oh.”

      “They’re more inspired by true stories, really. He just changed them enough so he wouldn’t insult anyone and get hunted down and killed. Your uncle was a good man, he really was. We solved many mysteries together.”

      “Really?”

      “Oh, yes, you should be proud to have had an uncle like him. Of course, he got me into a hundred fights because I’d bring him somewhere, and he wouldn’t stop pestering people, but… Fun times. Fun times.”

      They drove on until they saw the lights of the city looming ahead. Soon the darkness that surrounded the car was replaced with an orange haze that reflected off the wet roads. The city was quiet and still, the streets almost empty. They pulled into a small outdoor car park and Skulduggery switched off the engine and looked at Stephanie.

      “OK then, you wait here.”

      “Right.”

      He got out. Two seconds passed, but Stephanie hadn’t tagged along just to wait on the sidelines – she needed to see what other surprises the world had in store for her. She got out and Skulduggery looked at her.

      “Stephanie, I’m not altogether sure you’re respecting my authority.”

      “No, I’m not.”

      “I see. OK then.” He put on his hat and wrapped his scarf around his jaw, but did without the wig and the sunglasses. He clicked his keyring and the car beeped and the doors locked.

      “That’s it?”

      He looked up. “Sorry?”

      “Aren’t you afraid it might get stolen? We’re not exactly in a good part of town.”

      “It’s got a car alarm.”

      “Don’t you, like, cast a spell or something? To keep it safe?”

      “No. It’s a pretty good car alarm.”

      He started walking. She hurried to keep up.

      “Do you cast spells then?”

      “Sometimes. I try not to depend on magic these days, I try to get by on what’s up here.” He tapped his head.

      “There’s empty space up there.”

      “Well, yes,” Skulduggery said irritably, “but you know what I mean.”

      “What else can you do?”

      “Sorry?”

      “With magic. Show me something.”

      If Skulduggery had had eyebrows, they would most likely be arched. “What, a living skeleton isn’t enough for you? You want more?”

      “Yes,” Stephanie said. “Give me a tutorial.”

      He shrugged. “Well, I suppose it couldn’t СКАЧАТЬ