Armageddon Outta Here - The World Of Skulduggery Pleasant - Plot & Excerpts
Skulduggery and Valkyrie went first, to check if it was safe, and Ryan crept in after them. Papers littered the bad carpet. The ugly couch had been slashed open and its stuffing had been pulled out like fluffy intestines. Chairs were overturned, picture frames smashed and every drawer taken from its slot, the contents dumped and scattered. “What exactly are we looking for in this mess?” Valkyrie asked. “Foe secured the Doomsday Machine somewhere,” Skulduggery said, picking through the debris. “We need to find out where. Maybe we’ll get lucky and discover that Deacon was an avid journal keeper. But if we can’t find a solid lead to take us to the Machine, there might be something else here, a clue or a name, something that will take us a step further.” Valkyrie sighed. “I hate looking for clues.” Ryan smiled at the cuteness of Valkyrie’s sulk. “Looking for clues is an integral part of detective work,” Skulduggery told her. “I prefer the part where we hit people.”
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