Skulduggery Pleasant: Books 4 - 6. Derek Landy

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       18 DARQUESSE

      “Have you heard anything about Sanguine?”

      Skulduggery asked. “Has he been spotted at all since I’ve been away?”

      “He vanished,” Valkyrie said. “We didn’t know if he was dead or alive. I got him pretty good with Tanith’s sword, right across the belly. I suppose a bit of me actually thought I’d killed him.”

      “Well, you didn’t.”

      “I don’t know whether to be disappointed or glad.”

      “Pick glad. You’ve got plenty of time to regret the things you haven’t done yet.”

      “I’m…not sure what that means.”

      “Take it home with you and think about it.”

      “I will, thanks. So, anyway, we have no way of knowing when Sanguine stole the Soul Catcher.”

      “That is annoying,” Skulduggery murmured. “Still, it’s not our concern.”

      She frowned. “What?”

      “It’s not our case. Why should we worry about what someone like Sanguine does? I’m bored with all of them. I need something new. I need a new mystery, with new people.”

      “And so where are we going?”

      “That snivelling boy said the Sanctuary Detectives are worried about a vision one of their Sensitives had. That sounds intriguing, doesn’t it?”

      “Does it?”

      “It does. It sounds new and exciting. I wonder if they’ve seen the end of the world. I love end-of-the-world visions. They’re always so graphic.”

      “I don’t like visions at all.”

      “Really?”

      “I don’t like things being inevitable.”

      “Ah, but visions of the future are not inevitable. The very fact that someone sees a vision of what will happen automatically changes what will happen. Granted, sometimes these changes are too infinitesimal to notice, but they are still changes. I find the whole thing quite fascinating to be honest. After all, you’re working against the natural course of events. You are working against your own destiny every time.”

      “That’s one way of looking at it.”

      “That’s my way of looking at it,” Skulduggery said happily. “Give me a few minutes and that way will change.”

      Even at this time in the morning the tattoo parlour was open. The low buzz of the tattooist’s needle greeted them the moment they stepped through the door. They climbed the narrow steps, passing all the photos of tattooed body parts.

      The parlour’s only customer was a fat man lying face down on a tilted table. The skinny tattooist with the shaved head and the Dublin football jersey looked up from his work and a grin broke across his face.

      “Skul-man!” he exclaimed as he rushed forward to shake his hand. “How is this possible? Last I heard you were trapped on a dead world overrun by evil trans-dimensional superfiends!”

      Skulduggery nodded. “Just got back.”

      “That’s awesome, man. That’s really great. So did you get me anything?”

      “Like…a souvenir?” Skulduggery asked doubtfully.

      “Doesn’t have to be anything big. A rock, maybe, or a twig. Just something from an alternate universe, you know? It’d be something to show the kid when he’s older, tell him it was an early birthday present from his Uncle Skulduggery.”

      “I’m sorry, Finbar, I don’t have anything.”

      “That’s OK, that’s OK. I suppose I could just give him any old rock, couldn’t I? He’d never know that it wasn’t from an alternate universe. He’d be so happy. I can just see him, bringing the rock into school, showing his little friends, carrying it around with him everywhere. I used to have a pet rock when I was a kid, but it ran away. At least, my mother said it ran away, but I think my dad just picked it up one afternoon and threw it out the window. I went looking for it, but…” Finbar’s voice cracked. “They all looked the same, you know? They all looked the same…” He narrowed his eyes. “Hey, Skul-man – you wearing a new head?”

      “Yes, actually,” Skulduggery said, sounding very pleased. “What do you think?”

      “Oh, man, I like it. Don’t get me wrong, I liked the other one, but this is just…better looking, y’know? The cheekbones are higher.”

      Skulduggery looked at Valkyrie, his better-looking head tilted at quite a smug angle. She sighed then gestured to the fat man on the table. “Is it OK to be talking about, um, business stuff with…?”

      “Oh, don’t worry about him,” Finbar said. “He came in as soon as we opened, asked for a growling panther on his shoulder blade. He fainted the moment I started.”

      “A growling panther?”

      “Yep.”

      “Then why are you giving him a tattoo of a kitten?”

      Finbar shrugged. “I’m just in a kitten kind of mood, y’know? So if you’re not here to give me a present, why are you here?”

      “Have you had any particularly weird or unsettling visions lately?” Skulduggery asked. “We’ve been hearing about—”

      “Darquesse,” Finbar said immediately.

      Valkyrie frowned. “Darkness?”

      “Darquesse, with a q and a u pronounced like a k. It’s causing a stir in the Sensitive community, let me tell you. And if that many psychics are having the same dream, you know it’s got to be trouble. I’ve been having these really freaked-out visions. They come to me day and night, and they’re so…disturbing. It’s like watching a horror movie without eyelids. Can’t even blink.”

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