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anith tried to flip backwards but Murder Rose lunged, one of her knives slicing into Tanith’s shoulder.

Valkyrie jumped to her feet and shouted Tanith’s name.

Tanith slashed wildly as she backed off. Rose moved sideways and in, stabbing through her right leg.

Tanith fell to one knee, but caught Rose’s wrist just as the madwoman went for her throat. Rose casually pressed the tip of her other knife against the back of Tanith’s hand, and in one smooth motion she pushed it all the way in.

Tanith screamed and Rose kicked her on to her back, then moved in for the kill.

Valkyrie saw something blur, something white, and Murder Rose had to duck to avoid the White Cleaver’s scythe.

The Cleaver spun low and Rose flipped, then closed in with unnatural speed. The White Cleaver dodged the swipe of one knife and blocked the other. He kicked at her leg. She stumbled and the scythe blade whipped by her, barely missing her throat.

Rose went to defend herself against a low strike that the Cleaver abruptly shifted. The scythe’s handle cracked into Rose’s jaw and she fell.

Valkyrie was about to run out to help Tanith when the wall in front of her exploded. She fell back, coughing. She heard Paddy beside her and looked through the dust and debris as Gruesome Krav, cursing vehemently, did his best to stand.

Mr Bliss stepped through the giant hole he had made in the wall.

“My sister?” he snarled, waiting for Krav to straighten up. “You tried to kill my sister?”

Krav swung a punch. Bliss closed his hand around the fist and squeezed, and Krav roared as all the bones in his hand were crushed.

Bliss punched him and Krav hit the opposite wall, cracking it. “My sister is the only family I have left.”

He slammed into Krav and they went through the opposite wall and took the fight outside.

Ghastly came through the first hole, supporting Tanith with her arm around his neck. She was bleeding badly, but still gripping her sword. Valkyrie hurried to them as he sat her on a chair by the table.

“I can still fight,” Tanith muttered.

“Look after her,” Ghastly barked, and ran back out.

“Tanith,” Valkyrie said, hunkering down to look at her. “Tanith, can you hear me?”

“She beat me, Val …”

“She got lucky.” Valkyrie looked at Paddy. “Do you have any bandages or medical supplies?”

He nodded and moved off. “I keep a first-aid kit somewhere around here.”

He started rummaging around in drawers, and Valkyrie went to help him search. It was when she glanced back to make sure Tanith hadn’t passed out that she saw the wall starting to crack. She barely had time to shout a warning before Billy-Ray Sanguine leaped through. He grabbed Tanith’s hair and slammed her head down on to the table.

Paddy swung the shotgun around, but Sanguine threw Tanith into him. Valkyrie clicked her fingers, but failed to summon a spark. Sanguine sank into the ground. She heard him step from the wall beside her and she kicked out without looking. Her boot hit him in the leg – he grunted and she tried to follow up with a right cross, but he blocked it and punched her, straight in the sternum. Valkyrie flew backwards, falling over a chair and sprawling to the ground.

The shotgun blasted and blasted again, and she looked up to see Paddy staring at a bare wall, eyes wide with astonishment. Sanguine rose up through the floor behind him and shoved him into the wall, hard.

“Everyone bein’ so eager to die,” Sanguine said, “almost takes the fun outta killin’ them.”

He went for Valkyrie and she jumped to the table and rolled over it. He laughed, diving at her, but she snatched up Tanith’s sword and turned, bringing it around in a wide arc. The blade opened up Sanguine’s belly and he stopped, mouth open, looking down at himself while she backed away.

“What have you done?” he asked, bewildered.

Blood ran from the cut, quickly soaking his shirt and deepening the colour of his suit.

“What the hell have you done?” he screeched and the fury in his voice hit her harder than his fists ever had.

The ground swallowed him.

Paddy groaned on the floor, but appeared to be OK. Valkyrie helped Tanith back into the chair, and put the sword on the table beside her, then went to the window.

Something flew out of the gate and it caught in her mind and a shockwave hit the farmhouse and she was thrown back.

Her thoughts went quiet.

The broken glass beneath her hands. The breeze, stirred to wind outside. The world, dull and deadened.

Another shockwave hit the farmhouse.

And another.

Her mouth was dry and her head was pounding. Slowly, she crawled over rubble, to the hole in the wall.

Outside, there were others, on the ground. Lying down. Lots of paper people. Some people in black. Swirling red and black smoke. A skeleton. There was a skeleton, stumbling towards her.

She heard a voice that said, “Valkyrie.”

The skeleton’s hands were gloved. She felt the fingers, thin and tight on her arm, and that word again – “Valkyrie”. More words now – “Look at me, Valkyrie, look—” coming from the skeleton’s mouth. From Skulduggery’s mouth.

“Skulduggery,” she murmured.

“—need you to focus. Did you look at them? The things that came out of the gateway, did you look at them?”

Her own voice was distant. “Glimpsed,” she said.

She was pulled to her feet. She could hear more now. She could see others, trying to stand. China. Ghastly. She saw the Necromancers, attacking the last of the Hollow Men as they struggled to their clumsy feet.

She saw a boy, Fletcher Renn, crawling out of the column of smoke. A man, who looked like the shockwave had thrown him from the circle, saw Fletcher and reached for him.

Fletcher disappeared, instantly reappearing a short distance away. The man, Gallow, lunged, and once again Fletcher vanished and reappeared nearby. Gallow was furious, and Fletcher closed his eyes and concentrated, and this time, when he teleported, he didn’t come back.

Now that Fletcher wasn’t keeping it open, the bright yellow ring that hung in mid-air started to shrink. Valkyrie watched it until it disappeared.

“Valkyrie,” Skulduggery barked. “I need you to snap out of it, you understand me? Valkyrie Cain, I need you with me.”

She looked at him, and her thoughts sharpened, and she nodded. “Yes.”

“You’re with me?”

They sharpened and became clear. “Yes. Yes, I’m with you. The gate’s closed.”

“Some of them got out. I counted three. We need the Sceptre now.”

She nodded, and she was just about to get it when Krav came staggering around the corner. He ignored them completely and staggered on, Bliss striding after him.

“Leave me alone!” Krav shouted. He was bruised and bleeding, and the tattoo on his inner arm was pulsing with a red glow.

The pressure popped in her ears and Valkyrie winced. Goosebumps rippled across her flesh and she felt her heart slamming against her chest. She was scared. She was suddenly and incredibly terrified.

Skulduggery grabbed her and pulled her down. “Don’t look at it,” she heard him say.

For a moment, there was nothing.

She saw it out of the corner of her eye. Passing behind the trees, five times as tall, a towering, changing beast, a trick of the light, an abstract thing of unbelievable angles. She looked away, but she could still see it, in her mind. It had burned its way through. It was an idea, or the hint of an idea, or the memory of something she’d never known, or the shadow of all of these things, their inverted reflection, on a still lake at night.

It couldn’t be real. It had no substance. It had no weight. It had mass, but behind the mass there was no depth. How could it be real? It made no sense. It couldn’t be real and it made no sense.

She tried to look again at this being of fractured angles and broken reason, but her head wouldn’t turn. It was impossibility made manifest, the formless given form, and it stalked across the landscape accompanied not by thunderous footfall, but by the whisper of a thousand dead languages and the muted cry of carrion birds.

There was a rush, and she heard Krav scream. The pressure popped again in her ears and she blinked. Her eyes gradually focused.

The creature of madness was gone. Gruesome Krav was standing with his shoulders slumped and his head down. He was perfectly still, though his hair whipped in the wind. Whipped and fell.

His hair fell gently out, strand by strand, and his head tilted upwards in time for Valkyrie to see his face melting. The nose and the ears were the first to go, sinking back into the skin. The lips congealed, sealing the mouth, and the eyes turned to liquid and dripped from the sockets down either cheek, like tears. The eyelids closed and ran into each other. The Faceless Ones had taken their first vessel.

Bliss ran at it, but Krav, or the Faceless One that had once been Krav, just held out its hand.

Bliss’s run faltered. He doubled over, and Valkyrie could see the look of pain on his face, and something else too. Surprise. A man like Bliss wasn’t used to feeling pain.

The Faceless One raised its arm, and Bliss was lifted off the ground.

The Faceless One curled its hand, and Bliss’s body twisted into bits of pulverised bone and shredded flesh.

Her stomach lurching violently, Valkyrie watched him die.

Skulduggery grabbed her and pushed her back into the farmhouse. “Sceptre,” he called, as he ran towards the Faceless One.