Skulduggery Pleasant: Death's Dawn

"I grabbed the axe off of one of them, snapping it with a sharp crack, twisting around and driving it into the skull of another. These guys were easy to kill, but we were being overwhelmed. I was almost at Tihana's side again, when I felt the rock hit my head.

"Oh bollocks." Blood trickled down the side of my face, and then I passed out."


5. Chapter 4

Shadowwolf - Tihana

After a brief discussion, the four of us huddled into the Bentley. I sniffed, wrinkling my nose at the smell of rubbish. I looked towards the detective, who was sitting in front of me. "Don't you keep better care of your car?" I made my voice as disapproving as possible. It was never fun to be cramped in a confined space with the horrid smells of... cheese and onion crisps. Or something equally as smelly and disgusting.

Skulduggery sighed. "Normally, I do." I could hear his assistant, Valkyrie, groaning. Obviously at some sort of memory. I narrow my eyes, leaving myself a mental note to remember to ask Tyrian what the hell he was doing with Skulduggery Pleasant, to begin with, and why he'd been late. He hadn't talked much since I had shaken the daylights out of him.


The rest of the journey passed with little conversation. We arrived in this dark little village. I was informed by the English sanctuary that this was called 'Roarhaven'. It was a drab little place. Here and there, streetlights flickered. Occasionally, they were plunged into darkness as the one above them decided to give up. It's surprising how long it took us to get here. And yet, she couldn't see any sanctuary. But then, that was probably the point. I sighed. Apparently this was one of the only full-sorcerer town in Ireland. I bet we have tons in England. I sigh again, this time with loneliness. Sure, Tyrian will most probably be around for a while. I look at him now, discreetly. He's a nice friend. Normally he'll stick by you, but eventually he'll be gone. Gone like so many others. To leave her here.

"Ah..." Skulduggery let out a soft exclamation, strolling up towards the main doors of the Irish sanctuary. Skeletons. I see them quite often. Maybe not human ones, but I certainly saw them. I look up towards the sky, noting the position of the moon. Nah, I have plenty of time yet. No need to start worrying...

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