Last Stand of Dead Men
The eighth instalment in the biggest, funniest, most thrilling comedy-horror-adventure series in the universe - and the follow-up to 2012’s number-one bestseller, Kingdom of the Wicked…War has finally come.But it's not a war between good and evil, or light and dark – it's a war between Sanctuaries. For too long, the Irish Sanctuary has teetered on the brink of world-ending disaster, and the other Sanctuaries around the world have had enough. Allies turn to enemies, friends turn to foes, and Skulduggery and Valkyrie must team up with the rest of the Dead Men if they're going to have any chance at all of maintaining the balance of power and getting to the root of a vast conspiracy that has been years in the making.But while this war is only beginning, another war rages within Valkyrie herself. Her own dark side, the insanely powerful being known as Darquesse, is on the verge of rising to the surface. And if Valkyrie slips, even for a moment, then Darquesse will burn the world and everyone in it.
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Childrenâs Books in 2013
Reissued in this edition in 2017
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Source ISBN: 9780007489237
Ebook Edition © ISBN: 9780007489244
Version: 2017-05-25
This book is dedicated to you.
Whether you are a Minion or a Skuttlebug or just, you know, a normal person, itâs because of you that I get to do what I love and laughingly call it work.
I know some of you by name and some of you by sight (and some of you by smell, but letâs not get into that) but there are still countless others I have never met, and to all of you I say thank you for your support, your passion, and your lunacy.
Now please, for the love of whatever god you pray to, leave me alone.
Contents
Chapter 4: The Secret Origin Of â¦
Chapter 8: Searching the Aisles
Chapter 9: Roarhavenâs Number One Public House
Chapter 10: The Thirteenth Floor
Chapter 16: The Supreme Council
Chapter 22: Staying Out of Trouble
Chapter 23: The Dark and Stormy Knight
Chapter 25: The Old Gang Back Together
Chapter 26: The Pursuit Begins
Chapter 29: Tanithâs True Love
Chapter 30: Dead Menâs Tales
Chapter 33: Monster Hunters and Me
Chapter 40: Wolves at the Door
Chapter 44: The Call to Action
Chapter 49: Intimidation Techniques
Chapter 50: The Battle at the Keep
Chapter 51: The Man with the Golden Eyes
Chapter 52: A Reasonable Reaction
Chapter 58: The Brides of Blood Tears
Chapter 62: Roarhaven Revealed
Chapter 64: The Trap is Sprung
Chapter 66: The Siege at Roarhaven
Chapter 68: Black Smoke, White Flame
Chapter 76: Chinaâs Final Act
Up on the hill, watching them, a man with golden eyes pulled the collar of his coat tighter in a vain attempt to stave off the cold. His fingers and toes were already numb. His teeth were starting to chatter. How many times had he been in similar circumstances, enduring discomfort while he waited for the perfect time to strike? More than he could remember, that was for sure. It was worth it, of course. It was always worth it.
There was movement behind him, but he didnât turn. He recognised the footsteps. âI didnât think you were coming.â
The old man stopped beside him, cupped his hands and blew into them to warm them. âI had visitors,â he said. His voice was rough. Words scraped from his throat. âThe Skeleton Detective and a girl. She has old blood in her. Ancient blood, I reckon. Sheâs dangerous.â
