'How is your friend? The one who was hurt? '
'She's healing. Nothing can keep Tanith down.»Valkyrie looked at the headstones around her, then back at him. 'Sorry I broke your cane.'
Wreath shrugged. 'When the power was released, it flowed back into me, where it bubbled and boiled until I channeled it into something new.' He showed her a cane, identical to the last one.
'How original of you.'
He smiled. 'I was very impressed with how you handled it, by the way. You seem to have an instinctive grasp of Necromancy.'
'Just blind luck, to be honest.'
'Nonsense. It made me wonder, actually, if Elemental magic was the road you should be taking.'
'You're saying I should be a Necromancer?'
'Why not?'
'Because I'm an Elemental.'
'You're young. You can change your mind a hundred times before you settle on the discipline that's right for you. Is Necromancy as elegant as Elemental magic? Perhaps not. Are Necromancers held in as high regard as Elementals? Definitely not. But as a student, you would have instant power at your fingertips, and I think you're going to need as much power as you can get.'
'Why do you think that?»'Well, you want to get Skulduggery Pleasant back, don't you? '
Valkyrie's eyes narrowed. 'Skulduggery's gone.'
'Not necessarily.'
'The gateway is closed.'
'Actually, I don't think it is.'
She shook her head. 'If you've got something to say, just say it. I'm tired, and I want to go home.'
'What made it possible for Fletcher Renn to open the gate?'
'The Grotesquery was an Isthmus Anchor, and there's a ...' She sighed. 'There's this invisible, magical, wonderful thread that runs from an Isthmus Anchor to whatever it links to, which keeps the gate from closing for good. Fletcher used the Grotesquery to force the gateway open.'
'Exactly. So all you need is another Anchor.'
'The Grotesquery is gone. Skulduggery lobbed it through the portal because he didn't want anybody opening it ever again. There are no more bits of Faceless Ones lying around.'
'It doesn't have to be an object that links to the Faceless Ones,' Wreath told her. 'It just has to link to something in that reality.'
'Like what?»'Like Skulduggery.'
'Mr. Wreath ...'
He smiled. 'There is a part of Skulduggery still here, in this reality. In this country in fact. And you know what it is.'
'I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're--'
'Skulduggery Pleasant's head, Miss Cain.'
Something fluttered in her belly. 'He lost that. He told me. He won the head he's wearing now in a poker game.'
'All true. But if you were to retrieve this missing head and give it to Mr. Renn, he would find that the link between the skeleton and his real skull is keeping the gateway from closing over.'
'And ... and he could open it? Fletcher could open the gateway? '
'And save Skulduggery, yes.'
'Where is it? Where's his head?'
'I'm afraid I have no idea. That part is up to you.'
'Why are you helping me?'
'You don't think I'm doing it because I'm a nice person?'
'You have something to gain.'
'You are an astute young lady. I am hoping to gain something, as a matter of fact.'
'What?'
'You. In order to conduct this search, in order to do the things you will need to do, you're going to need more power than you currently wield. I'm hoping you choose Necromancy.'
He stepped back and tapped his cane on the ground. The shadows moved in, curled around him, and she saw him smile before his face darkened.
'I'll be in touch,' he said, and the shadows scattered and he was gone.
Before embarking on a writing career, DEREK LANDY had adventures. He wrestled a grizzly on a mountainside, foiled a giggling maniac's citywide crime spree, and found the Lost City of Gold.
(He promptly lost the Lost City of Gold, due to being unable to remember which 'big tree' it was next to.)
He lives in Dublin, Ireland, where he divides his time between writing books and screenplays and training his Munchkin Army to protect him against the ninjas.
