href="#u90a2c7a3-6bb3-52b8-bd65-a86abc7f728b">Chapter 4: The Beauty, The Beast
Chapter 5: The Terror Of London
Chapter 6: Fireballs In The Park
Chapter 10: The Armour Of Lord Vile
Chapter 11: The Terrifying Brain-Sucker Of London
Chapter 23: Elephants And Bunnies
Chapter 25: A Smattering Of Slaughtering
Chapter 26: Murder In The New Morgue
Chapter 27: Rise Of The Grotesquery
Chapter 31: The Edgley Family Reunion Thing
Chapter 33: The Calm Before The Storm
Chapter 34: Unfinished Business
Chapter 35: Attack Of The Vampires
Chapter 36: Giant Spider Madness
Chapter 38: Those About To Die …
Chapter 40: Fight To The Death
Chapter 41: Billy-Ray Sanguine’s Erstwhile Employer
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