Mortal Coil. Derek Landy

Chapter 21. Nye

       Chapter 22. Soul Searching

       Chapter 23. The Grave

       Chapter 24. The Dead Girl

       Chapter 25. Dirt

       Chapter 26. The Truth

       Chapter 27. Back With Finbar

       Chapter 28. The Z-Word

       Chapter 29. Her Guardian Angel

       Chapter 30. Meet the Parents

       Chapter 31. The First Wave

       Chapter 32. Shenanigans

       Chapter 33. The Twins

       Chapter 34. Remnants Unleashed

       Chapter 35. Scrutinous

       Chapter 36. Quiet, Please

       Chapter 37. Enemy Hands

       Chapter 38. Fighting

       Chapter 39. Muriel

       Chapter 40. The Plan

       Chapter 41. The Head in the Box

       Chapter 42. The Lesson Begins

       Chapter 43. By the Sword

       Chapter 44. Siege at the Hibernian

       Chapter 45. Frightening

       Chapter 46. According to Plan

       Chapter 47. Strange Bedfellows

       Chapter 48. Plan Falls Apart

       Chapter 49. Following the Key

       Chapter 50. Macgillycuddy’s Reeks

       Chapter 51. The Receptacle

       Chapter 52. New Year’s Eve

       Chapter 53. Tenebrae

       Chapter 54. Enemies

       Chapter 55. The Return

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      he doors swung open and High Priest Auron Tenebrae strode into the room, his robe swirling around his tall, narrow frame. To his right was Quiver, a miser with words, but overly generous with withering glares. To Tenebrae’s left, Craven, a bland sycophant, possessed of an uncanny skill to worm his way into his superior’s good graces. Solomon Wreath had been seeing far too much of all three lately.

      “Cleric Wreath,” Tenebrae said, nodding imperiously at him.

      “Your Eminence,” Wreath responded, bowing deeply. “To what do I owe the honour?”

      “Why do you think we’re here?” Craven said, almost sneered. “You’re late with your report. Did you think the High Priest would forget? Do you think him a fool?”

      “I do not think him a fool, no,” Wreath answered calmly. “But as to the intelligence of the people who accompany him, I’m afraid I cannot say.”

      “An insult!” Craven screeched. “How dare you! How dare you use a derogatory tone in the presence of the High Priest!”

      “Enough,” Tenebrae sighed, “both of you. Your constant bickering tries my patience.”

      “My humblest apologies,” Craven said immediately, bowing and closing his eyes, his lower lip trembling on the verge of tears. A magnificent performance, as usual.

      “Yes,” Wreath said. “Sorry about that.”

      “Despite Cleric Craven’s overt dramatics,” Tenebrae said, “he is quite correct to point out that you are late with your report. How is Valkyrie Cain progressing through her studies?”

      “She’s a fast learner,” said Wreath. “As far as the practical side goes anyway. She’s a natural at shadow casting, and every time I see her she’s improved.”

      “And the philosophical aspect?” Quiver asked.

      “Is not progressing nearly as smoothly,” Wreath admitted. “She doesn’t seem to be at all interested in the history or the teachings of the Order. It’s going to take a lot to open her mind to it.”

      “The skeleton has already poisoned her against us,” Tenebrae said bitterly.

      “I fear you may be right. But I still think the effort is worth it.”

      “And I have yet to be convinced.”

      “Just because the girl is a fast learner,”