The Dying of the Light. Derek Landy
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Название: The Dying of the Light

Автор: Derek Landy

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Учебная литература

Серия: Skulduggery Pleasant

isbn: 9780007489299

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      “That’s it?” Gracious asked. “East? That’s the best you can do?”

      “They’re looking for a town small enough to take over,” Noonan said. “Then they’ll settle down and wait.”

      “But you don’t know where? There are a lot of towns east of here. You want us to check every single one of them?”

      “I’m really sorry. I don’t know. Please … what are you going to do with me?”

      “You’re possessing a body without permission,” said Vex. “I’m afraid you have to come out.”

      “No. No, please, you said I could stay! You said it!”

      Dai took something that looked like an empty snow globe from his coat, and Noonan jerked away.

      “This is a new and improved Soul Catcher,” Saracen said. “China Sorrows herself etched a few sigils into it. Can you feel the pull? You can, can’t you? You can feel it dragging you in.”

      Noonan shook his head. He was sweating badly now. “No. Nope. No.”

      Dai pushed the Soul Catcher closer, and Noonan screamed.

      His throat bulged. Fletcher glimpsed darkness – dark claws, snapping jaws – rise up in Noonan’s open mouth. The Remnant tried to burst free, to dart towards Gracious, but it was caught in the globe’s gravity and sucked into it. The globe instantly turned black.

      Noonan collapsed in his chair. He began snoring.

      Vex lifted the Soul Catcher and peered into it. “At least we know China’s improvements work,” he said. “Now all we need is another few thousand of these and we’re set.”

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      Image Missingold hands,” Cassandra said, and Stephanie scowled.

      This was ridiculous. Sitting round a table, holding hands, staring into a flickering candle. This was a bad seance in a bad TV show. She had Skulduggery on one side and Cassandra on the other, and across from her was the placid face of Finbar Wrong.

      She wondered how long they’d have to sit like this.

      After a few minutes, Finbar’s chin dropped to his chest. He was asleep. Again.

      Stephanie bit back the ridicule. If she said something and interrupted whatever the hell was happening, they’d probably have to start again. The best thing she could do was wait until everyone else at this table realised the stupidity of what they were—

      “Valkyrie?” said Cassandra. “Can you hear me?”

      Stephanie took a cautious look around. She wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Valkyrie’s ghost to appear, perhaps?

      “Valkyrie,” Cassandra said again. “If you can hear me, give me a sign.”

      Nothing. No ghost. No lightning strike. The candle didn’t blow out. Not one thing. Just as she’d thought.

      “I can hear you,” Finbar mumbled, without raising his head.

      Stephanie frowned. She was about to point out that Cassandra wasn’t talking to him when he muttered something else, then said, “Skulduggery? Where’s Skulduggery?”

      “I’m here,” Skulduggery said. “I was beginning to think you were lost to us.”

      Finbar’s mouth twitched into a brief smile. “Sorry. You’re not going to get rid of me so easily.”

      Stephanie’s eyes widened. No way.

      “Valkyrie, what can you tell us about where you are?” Cassandra asked.

      “It … it’s dark here,” Finbar said. “Cold. Finbar is like … his mind is at the far end of a bridge, and you’re just beyond that. You’re this dim light …”

      “Do you know where you are physically?” Skulduggery asked. “Where is Darquesse right now? What’s she doing?”

      Finbar’s frown deepened. “Experimenting,” he said. “Experimenting with magic. Expanding her abilities. When she’s like this, I can … I can talk, and she won’t notice.”

      “Hold on there,” Stephanie said. “Wait a second. How can we be sure that you’re really Valkyrie?”

      “You don’t get to speak to me,” Finbar said, his voice sharpening. “Last time I saw you, you tried to kill me. Skulduggery, why is she here?”

      “Stephanie’s helping,” Skulduggery said.

      “You can’t trust her.”

      “He can’t trust you,” said Stephanie, the anger rising.

      Finbar pointed a finger straight into Stephanie’s face. “Shut. Up.” His arm collapsed back on to the table. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll deal with her when I’m back in control. So how do I do that?”

      Cassandra sat forward. “Valkyrie, we’re going to need you to focus.”

      “I’m focused.”

      “Not now. We need you to prepare yourself, psychically, for what we have to do.”

      “Uh,” said Finbar, “how do I do that?”

      “By listening, and understanding. I’ve been speaking to every Sensitive worth talking to and, while the chances are slim, we think there is a way to force Darquesse from your body, at least theoretically.”

      “Theoretically fails to fill me with hope,” Finbar said.

      Cassandra gave a soft smile. “Deacon Maybury has the ability to rewrite personalities. To do this, he builds up psychic walls, constructs corridors for thoughts, and shuts off aspects of the personality that need to be kept hidden. He fundamentally redesigns the architecture of the mind. Not even Argeddion, who also knows his own true name, has broken through these walls.”

      “But we don’t want to suppress Darquesse,” Finbar said. “We want to get rid of her. And the only reason Argeddion hasn’t broken through is because he’s unaware of his situation. Darquesse knows what Deacon Maybury can do.”

      Cassandra nodded. “Getting rid of her is still the goal, don’t worry. Essentially, what Deacon’s redesign does is to split the original personality in two, creating a pocket personality that is then sequestered off to one side. Working with some friends of mine, I believe I can isolate this part and remove it from your mind.”

      Stephanie frowned. “And put it where exactly?”

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