Playing With Fire. Derek Landy
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Название: Playing With Fire

Автор: Derek Landy

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Детская проза

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isbn: 9780008266325

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СКАЧАТЬ Chapter 21: Donning Darkness

       Chapter 22: Blood And Shadows

       Chapter 23: Elephants And Bunnies

       Chapter 24: Argus

       Chapter 25: A Smattering Of Slaughtering

       Chapter 26: Murder In The New Morgue

       Chapter 27: Rise Of The Grotesquery

       Chapter 28: Good Guys Convene

       Chapter 29: Picking Up A Tail

       Chapter 30: Fight

       Chapter 31: The Edgley Family Reunion Thing

       Chapter 32: Shadow Shards

       Chapter 33: The Calm Before The Storm

       Chapter 34: Unfinished Business

       Chapter 35: Attack Of The Vampires

       Chapter 36: Giant Spider Madness

       Chapter 37: Tooth And Claw

       Chapter 38: Those About To Die …

       Chapter 39: Facing Vengeous

       Chapter 40: Fight To The Death

       Chapter 41: Billy-Ray Sanguine’s Erstwhile Employer

       Chapter 42: Bad Things

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alkyrie Cain hit the parapet and tumbled, unable to stop herself, and with a panicked gasp she disappeared off the edge.

      The church tower stood high and proud, looking out over Dublin City. The night breeze was brisk and carried snatches of laughter from the street below. It was a long way down.

      A man in a tattered coat walked up to the edge and peered over. He smirked.

      “This is insulting,” he said. “Don’t they know how dangerous I am? I am very, very dangerous. I’m a killer. I’m a trained killing machine. And still, they send you. A child.”

      Valkyrie felt her grip on the ledge loosen. She ignored the goading of the man standing above her, and looked around for something else to grab on to. She looked everywhere but down. Down was where the street was, where the long drop and the sudden stop was. She didn’t want to look down. She didn’t want anything to do with down right now.

      “What age are you?” the man continued. “Thirteen? What kind of responsible adult sends a thirteen-year-old child to stop me? What kind of thinking is that?”

      Valkyrie swung herself gently towards the tower, planting her feet against a small buttress. The fear started to work through her and she felt herself freeze up. She closed her eyes against the oncoming wave of paralysis.

      The man was Vaurien Scapegrace, currently wanted in five countries for various counts of attempted murder. He hunkered down at the edge and smiled happily.

      “I am turning murder into an art form. When I – when I kill, I’m actually painting a big, big picture, using blood and, and … messiness. You know?”

      Below Valkyrie, the city twinkled.

      “I’m an artist,” Scapegrace continued. “Some people don’t appreciate that. Some people don’t recognise true talent when they see it. And that’s fine. I’m not bitter. My time will come.”

      “Serpine tried to bring the Faceless Ones back,” Valkyrie managed to say. Her fingers were burning and the muscles in her legs were screaming at her. “We stopped him. We’ll stop you, too.”

      He laughed. “What, you think I want the old gods to walk the earth once again? Is that it? You think Nefarian Serpine was my leader? I’m not one of those nutbag disciples, all right? I’m my own man.”

      Valkyrie had one chance, but she needed to be calm to take advantage of it. Her powers, limited though they were, were Elemental – the manipulation of earth, air, fire and water. But at this stage of her training they didn’t work when she was panicking.

      “So if you don’t want the Faceless Ones to return,” she said, “what do you want? Why are you doing this?”

      He shook his head. “You wouldn’t understand. It’s grown-up stuff. I just want a little appreciation for who I am, that’s all. That’s not much to ask, is it? But of course, you wouldn’t know. You’re just a kid.” He shrugged. “Oh, well. Time to die.” He reached down to shove her.

      “Have you killed anyone?” she asked quickly.

      “What? Did you miss what I said, about turning murder into an art form?”

      “But you haven’t actually killed anyone yet, have you? I read your file.”

      He glowered. “Technically, yeah, all right, maybe I haven’t, but tonight’s the night. You’re going to be my first.”

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