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Demon Road Derek Landy
Demon Road Derek Landy
Demon Road Derek Landy
Source ISBN:
9780008140816
Ebook Edition © 2015 ISBN:
9780008140878
Version: 2015-07-30
Laura J –
You introduced me to
StarKid.
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Balthazar’s-Arm-Candy
said …
Tres weird.
The Dark Princess said
…
World’s gone all upside
down. Not able to email
cuz of reasons. Some
pretty scary stuff
happening.
Balthazar’s-Arm-Candy
said …
Sounds intense.
The Dark Princess said
…
It is. Didn’t want you
worrying, that’s all.
Balthazar’s-Arm-Candy
said …
Well I wasn’t. I am
NOW though.
Sith0Dude said …
OMG! Laurie killed
Stryker! What the
HELL?????
Balthazar’s-Arm-Candy
said …
Private convo,
Sith0Dude.
(BTW spoiler warnings
– heard of them??)
Sith0Dude said …
U shouldn’t be having
private convos in public
forums. How am I
sposed to know?
(There’s a spoiler
warning at the start of
this thread!)
The Dark Princess said
…
Go away Sith0Dude.
Sith0Dude said …
U guys suck.
Balthazar’s-Arm-Candy
said …
You sound weird,
Princess. Worryingly
weird.
The Dark Princess said
…
I’m sorry. Just wanted
to log on, talk to you,
get some normality
back.
Balthazar’s-Arm-Candy
said …
Am I helping?
Balthazar’s-Arm-Candy
said …
Wish I was with you.
Why is Australia so far
away? Wish I could just
hop on a plane to
Florida.
The Dark Princess said
…
Not in Florida anymore.
Balthazar’s-Arm-Candy
said …
Gone travelling?
The Dark Princess said
…
Yep.
Balthazar’s-Arm-Candy
said …
Where?
Balthazar’s-Arm-Candy
said …
Something I said?
The Dark Princess said
…
Course not. It’s late
though. Need sleep.
Early start tomorrow.
Balthazar’s-Arm-Candy
said …
Take care of yourself,
OK? And check in
regularly. U got me
worried now!
The Dark Princess said
…
Sorry! TTYL
Balthazar’s-Arm-Candy
said …
Peace.
Amber logged out, turned off
the iPad, and let it drop on to
the bed. Little by little, they
were robbing her of every last
semblance of normality,
stripping her of every last link
to her old life. She didn’t
even know who she was
anymore. Everything her
personality had been built on
was a lie, and the more she
examined it, the more it
crumbled beneath her gaze.
If she wasn’t a beloved
daughter, and if she wasn’t an
only child, then who was she?
Ten days ago, Amber Lamont
had been a good person. But
now she was someone who’d
bitten off a finger. Now she
was someone with a pair of
jeans soaked in the black
blood of a man whose chest
she’d caved in.
Now she didn’t know who
she was.
WHEN AMBER CAME DOWN for
dinner, her place was set at a
large, long table, next to
Glen’s and across from
Milo’s. Another guest was
joining them, an attractive,
dark-haired woman in her
thirties.
“Company!” the woman
said, clearly delighted. “I
haven’t had company while
eating for ages! Are you
staying long?”
“Probably not,” said
Amber. “We’re on a family
road trip. This is my cousin
Glen, my dad Milo, and I’m
Amber.”
“Very pleased to meet
you,” said the woman. “I’m
Veronica. Have you travelled
far?”
“We’ve been on the road
for a few days,” Milo said.
“What about you?”
Veronica gave them all
quite a beautiful smile. “I
actually live here. Not in the
hotel, but Cascade Falls.
Well, I did. I thought I’d
bought a place but it fell
through at the last minute,
and I’ve already sold my old
house, so here I am, destitute.
Destitute in a lovely hotel,
but still … destitute.”
“Why are you moving?”
Amber asked. “It’s such a
beautiful place.”
“It is,” said Veronica, “it
really is. And I’m going to
miss it, but sometimes you
just have to –” she fluttered
her fingers – “leave.”
“I noticed some closed-
down stores,” Milo said.
“Does that have anything to
do with it?”
Veronica shrugged.
“Maybe. A few of my friends
have moved away recently, a
few more are about to follow
them … No single reason,
though. It’s still a great place
to live. We just … I don’t
know. We want somewhere
new. So where are you
from?”
“Georgia,” said Milo. “My
wife and I split up, and this
trip is our father-daughter
time.”
“Father-daughter and
cousin,” said Glen quickly.
“How nice,” Veronica said.
“And your wife was okay
with taking Amber out of
school for this?”
Milo hesitated for just a
moment too long, and Amber
jumped in. “When he says
they split up, what he means
is, Mom passed away last
year. Visiting all her favourite
places is our way of saying
goodbye.”
“Oh no,” said Veronica.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.”
“Not at all,” said Milo,
shooting a look at Amber.
“I’m from Ireland,” said
Glen.
Veronica nodded and
smiled, and didn’t say
anything to that.
Glen looked mystified. He
started to speak again –
probably to repeat what he’d
just said in the hope of a
different reaction – when the
doors opened and a man
entered. Tall, astonishingly
so, with broad shoulders and
narrow hips, accentuated by
the grey fitted coat he wore –
tight around the midsection,
then flowing to the floor. His
trousers were black, his legs
long, his arms long, even his
fingers were long. He was
handsome, had the
complexion of a man who
spent his time indoors, and
his black hair was swept off
his high forehead in an
exaggerated widow’s peak.
He had a long nose,
cheekbones like knife cuts,
and twinkling dark eyes
under a heavy brow.
“Miss Cartwright,” he said,
smiling. His accent was
foreign, and unfamiliar to
Amber. “It is a pleasure to see
you, as always. And our
newest guests – my deepest
apologies for not being here
to greet you upon your
arrival. My name is Johann
Varga, the owner of this
hotel. I trust your time with
us so far has been pleasant?”
“It has,” said Milo. “Thank
you.”
“Have you travelled far?”
Varga asked.
“It doesn’t seem like it,”
said Milo, sounding
genuinely friendly. “We’ve
only been here a few hours,
but even we can see that a
town like Cascade Falls really
rejuvenates a person, body
and soul.”
“Doesn’t it?” Varga said.
“A most peaceful place we
have here. We are all quite
rightly proud.”
“You should be,” Milo
said, smiling.
Varga nodded his
appreciation. “Alas, I have
business to attend to. I hope
to talk to you all again. For
now, I bid you goodnight.”
Amber joined the polite
chorus that responded, and
Varga left, drawing the doors
closed behind him.
“Lovely man,” said
Veronica. “He does a lot for
the town. It wouldn’t be what
it is today without him, and
he never asks for anything in
return. Sometimes I wonder
what it must be like to be that
selfless …”
“I like to do charity work,”
said Glen.
Veronica took her eyes
away from Milo, and smiled
like she was interested.
“What kind?”
Glen shrugged. “It varies. I
volunteer at homeless shelters
and animal rescue places,
mostly. Cancer research. That
sort of thing.”
“You have no particular
charity that’s close to your
heart?”
Glen adjusted his sitting
position. “Well, I mean, yeah,
I do. The main one, the main
charity I do work for, is oil
spills. Y’know when you see
all those people in
waterproofs cleaning seagulls
and wildlife? That’s me. I’ve
always loved wildlife and I
live near the sea back in
Dublin, so it’s pretty handy.”
“Do you get a lot of oil
spills in Dublin?”
“Uh, well, not really, no.
But I’m always there if a
whale gets beached, or
whatever.”
“Oh? What do you do
when that happens?”
“Well, I … I push it back
into the sea.”
Veronica nodded, and
waited for him to say more.
When it became clear that he
had nothing else to add, she
turned back to Milo, and Glen
frowned and sank a little
lower in his chair.
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