Название | Skulduggery Pleasant |
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Автор произведения | Derek Landy |
Жанр | Детская проза |
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Издательство | Детская проза |
Год выпуска | 0 |
isbn | 9780008303945 |
The Skulduggery Pleasant series
The old castle stood dark against the star-filled sky, its tall windows empty, its battlements jutting like teeth. Upon those battlements, and indifferent to the cold winds that scoured the mountaintops, stood Wretchlings, monstrous things of scabs and sores whose insides boiled with poisoned blood and decaying meat.
Lying on a blanket on a snow-covered perch 809 metres west and 193 metres up, Skulduggery Pleasant put his right eye socket to the scope of his rifle and adjusted the dial.
He wriggled slightly, settling deeper into the blanket, then went perfectly still. His gloved finger began to slowly squeeze the trigger, and Valkyrie raised her binoculars, training them on the closest Wretchling.
The gun went off with a loud crack that the wind snatched away, but they were so far from the target that it took a few seconds for the bullet to hit.
The Wretchling jerked slightly, and looked down at its chest. A moment later, it started to tremble. The stitches that held it together unravelled, and the Wretchling came undone, its body parts falling, its stolen entrails spilling out, and it collapsed on top of itself, a pile of meat steaming in the cold air.
Skulduggery moved on to the next target and adjusted the scope once more.
“You think they feel pain?” Valkyrie asked.
Skulduggery paused for a moment, and looked at her. “I’m sorry?”
“The Wretchlings,” she said. “Do you think they feel pain?”
“Not really,” he answered, and went back to aiming his rifle.