Chapter 5: Tracking the Teleporter
Chapter 10: Finbar’s Little Trip
Chapter 12: In the Office of the Grand Mage
Chapter 13: The House on Cemetery Road
Chapter 15: Breaking and Entering
Chapter 16: Stealing the Grotesquery
Chapter 17: The Dark Little Secret
Chapter 19: The Man Who Would Be King
Chapter 22: Conversations with a Late Uncle
Chapter 24: The Changing House
Chapter 34: The Battle of Aranmore
Chapter 35: The Things of Impossibility
Chapter 37: Falling into Place
Valkyrie moved through the room as she had been taught, scanning the floor and surfaces, but managing to avoid looking at the body. She felt no compulsion to see any more of the victim than she absolutely had to. Her dark eyes drifted to the window. The park across the street was empty, the slides glistening with the rain and the swings creaking in the chill, early morning breeze.
Footsteps in the room and she turned to watch Skulduggery Pleasant take a small bag of powder from his jacket. He was wearing a pinstriped suit that successfully filled out his skeletal frame, and his hat was low over his eye sockets. He dipped a gloved finger into the bag and started to stir, breaking up the smaller lumps.
“Thoughts?” he said.
“He was taken by surprise,” answered Valkyrie. “The lack of any defensive marks means he didn’t have time to put up a fight. Just like the others.”
“So the killer was either completely silent …”
“Or his victims trusted him.” There was something odd about the room, something that didn’t quite fit. Valkyrie looked around. “Are you sure he lived here? There are no books on magic, no talismans, no charms on the walls, nothing.”
Skulduggery shrugged. “Some mages enjoy living on both sides. The magical community is secretive, but there are exceptions – those who work and socialise in the so-called ‘mortal’ world. Mr