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he heard Skulduggery slam his fist against the door from the other side. “Valkyrie?” he called. “Open the door.”

“I’m not yours,” she said to Mire. “I have to leave now.”

“You will never leave me,” Mire responded.

She stalked by him, into the living room, reaching the first window just as the wall melted into it. The other windows followed, enveloped by the walls, sealing off her escape.

She turned angrily. “You can’t keep me here!”

“But I can. You are living. You are breathing. This house hasn’t seen a living, breathing person for centuries.”

“This house doesn’t exist! You don’t exist! You’re a ghost!”

Valkyrie clicked her fingers, summoning fire.

“You cannot hurt me,” the ghost said.

She went over to Mire’s body and held the flame close. “If you do not let me out, I’ll burn your corpse. I will.”

“You will stay here with me?” the ghost asked. “You will keep me company? Tell me of the world above? You will be queen of this darkness?”

“I’ll burn you.”

Mire smiled, and the body reached out and grabbed her wrist. Valkyrie cried out in shock, losing the flame. The body got to its feet and forced her back against the wall. She swung a punch, her fist colliding with the left side of the body’s face, and the cheekbone collapsed into the head. She withdrew her hand in disgust. Bits of the face were stuck to her knuckles.

“I can feel your life,” Mire said, ignoring her actions. “It fills me too. Together we will rule the cold and the empty places.”

Valkyrie looked at the ghost and struggled to keep her voice even. “I don’t want to,” she said. “I’m still alive and I want to go back.”

The ghost shook his head and the body did likewise. “The light hurts you. The sun burns you. Once you are my queen, you won’t have to worry about these things.”

She tore herself away and ran through the ghost as his form scattered and regrouped. The body spun on its heel and lurched after her.

Valkyrie got to the hall and took the stairs two at a time. She glanced back as the body clutched the banister and started climbing, its feet clumsy on the shallow steps. When she reached the landing, the ghost was already there, watching her.

“There is nowhere for you to run,” he said. “I am master of this house and I will make you safe. You are my guest.”

She went to Gordon’s study, but the door was locked. She kicked it, but it didn’t even rattle in its frame. The ghost smiled at her.

Valkyrie clicked her fingers and hurled a fireball at Mire’s body. The fireball struck its chest and the body stumbled. It beat at the flames and lost its balance, hitting the banister and falling through. Mire’s ghost hissed and he was forced to divert his attention away from Valkyrie. The moment he did so, she slammed her shoulder against the door and this time it burst open. She fell in, then pushed at the air and the window smashed.

“You do not want to be my enemy,” Mire warned.

Valkyrie lunged, but the window moved, sliding up the wall and across the ceiling until it was raining broken glass down on top of her. The wallpaper changed, becoming a thousand faces, all Mire’s, glaring at her and echoing his words.

“My enemies suffer,” the ghost and his thousand faces said. “My enemies bleed. They scream and beg and cry.”

The window slid from the ceiling and then horizontally down one wall, offering glimpses of the rooms that lay beyond, as it moved to the floor and zipped towards Valkyrie. It stopped under her feet and she fell through, but managed to grab the edge. Her legs dangled. Mire’s body was below her in the kitchen, reaching up to try and grab her boots.

She kicked away its hands and pulled herself up. The room was changing like crazy. Colours swept through the walls, which moved in and then out again, like the lungs of a great beast. The window shrank to the size of an eye. Carpets sprang up from between the floorboards and then withered and died. Anathem Mire was angry and losing control of his house.

The blank wall, the wall that led to the secret room in Gordon’s house, grew a doorway and Valkyrie ran through it. The corridor was dark and much too long. She had visions of the exterior of this building, the whole thing mutating to accommodate the spasmodic needs of its master.

“You are my enemy!” Mire screamed after her. “You are not my queen! You are my enemy!”

She took a turn, not knowing where she was going, and stumbled into a well-lit room with a large table set for a banquet. Candles flickered and wine was already poured into goblets. There were no windows and no doors.

Part of the floor sagged and fell away to steps. The body climbed the staircase and Valkyrie backed away. The ghost came in as smoke and took shape before her.

“I tried being nice,” he snarled. “I was glad to see you. I was happy you were here.”

“You don’t have to do this, Anathem.”

“But you have rejected me. Me!”

The banquet melted on the table, turning to slop that dripped off the edges. The candles melted, but still burned. The carpet stretched over the staircase and the floor sealed itself.

Valkyrie needed a way out. She needed a door or a window, and she needed to get Mire angry enough to make one.

“I’ll be your queen,” she said suddenly.

The ghost’s face contorted. “I am no fool.”

“I’ll stay here with you and be your queen. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“You make bargains,” the ghost said as the body advanced, “because you are scared. You tell lies because you fear the death that is to be visited upon you.”

Valkyrie splayed her hands and the air rippled. The body sprawled on the ground and then clambered back up.

“Your last moments will be memorable ones,” the ghost said and floated sideways, disappearing into his ravaged body.

Unlike when she had first seen him, when spirit and body were aligned to look like a normal man, this new form had no such vanities. Here, its function was simple, the ghost possessing the body, steering it as a vessel of destruction. The head moved, looked up, saw her with eyes that were no longer there.

“It has been a long time,” Mire said, his new voice a harsh thing of scrapes and sandpaper, “since I spilled the blood of a living being.”

He moved suddenly and quickly, took Valkyrie off her feet and slammed her down on the table. She twisted and drove her knee into his side, but his nerve endings had long since deadened and withered away. She gripped his wrist and kicked, and when he released her to strike, she rolled off the table.

She barely had time to stand before the table melted between them and he strode through. She clicked her fingers and threw a fireball. It exploded against his arm and she pushed at the air and he staggered.

The walls were melting, and the floor lurched, and the whole room began to slip slowly down through the house.

“I am Anathem Mire,” he said. “I am master of reality.”

“You’re losing control.”

“I am master of reality,” he insisted angrily, “and you are a fool to oppose me.”

“You’re insane.”

“Shut up!” he roared and knocked her back.

The carpet turned into a puddle that latched on to his feet and formed shoes, polished to a gleam. It rose up his body, covering his rags with a new suit of clothes, covering his dead skin with a new layer that looked fresh and alive.

“I am whole again,” he said, once his new face had settled into position.

The room dropped suddenly, and for a second Valkyrie had nothing beneath her feet but air. She hit the ground again and tumbled. The room had collapsed into the living room, the geography of both squashing together. As each room tried to assert its own form and retain its own integrity, the walls rippled and a window was revealed.

Skulduggery appeared and fired his gun, the bullets shattering the glass and driving into Mire, who bellowed in rage. Valkyrie ran to the window and jumped through. Skulduggery caught her and they sprinted across the cavern.

She glanced back. The house shifted, all but two of the windows disappearing and the front door widening. The two windows formed a pair of gigantic eyes that glared at them, and the door grew teeth and shrieked its rage. Mire stood in the mouth, but dared not cross its boundary.

“I’ll find you!” he screamed. “I’ll find you, girl!”

They reached the tunnel and ran through, and even though Valkyrie knew he couldn’t follow, she didn’t slow down.