Bedlam. Derek LandyЧитать онлайн книгу.
store where he’d arranged to meet the guy was called The Cabinet of Curiosities. If it had existed in any mortal city around the world, it would have been one of those weird little shops that attracted only the most discerning customer, those with dark sensibilities pursuing arcane delights.
But, because it was in Roarhaven, it was just another store that sold magical junk.
Temper nodded to the guy behind the counter and walked to the back, where an over-the-hill surfer type with shaggy hair was trying on lacquered masks over his sunglasses. When he saw Temper coming, he tried to stuff the masks on to a nearby shelf. One of them fell, hit the floor and broke into two pieces.
“Awwwwwww,” the surfer said.
“Adam Brate?” Temper asked.
“Yeah,” Brate said, eyes still on the broken pieces. “Aw, man.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Temper said quickly. “I’ll pay for the damage.”
“That’s a Necromancer ceremonial mask,” Brate responded. “It’s worth more than my house.”
“In that case, let’s talk over here,” Temper said, and led the way to the far corner. “You know who I am.”
“Yeah, dude, I know who you are. Of course I do. I mean, I got in touch with you, didn’t I? You’re the traitor.”
Temper let that one slide. “I guess I am.”
“That’s, uh, that’s why I called. I figured you’d understand the, well, the implications of what I have to tell you.”
“Sounds ominous.”
“Oh, it is,” said Brate. “I mean, I think it is. I don’t have the full story, and you’ll certainly know more about this than I do, but … but I had to tell someone. For years, I’ve been … I mean, I have been devout, you know? My family have worshipped the Faceless Ones, we’ve gone to church, we’ve done the prayers, the offerings, read the Book of Tears …”
“I’ve got some friends coming,” Temper said. “They’ll want to hear this, too.”
Brate frowned. “What friends?”
“Trusted friends. Don’t worry, you’re quite safe with them.”
“I don’t know, man. I find it very hard to trust people. I’m a naturally paranoid person, you know?” He spun suddenly. “What the hell is that?”
“That’s a wall, Adam.”
“Oh,” said Brate, calming down. “Sorry. I’ve also taken a buttload of drugs over my lifetime? So I kinda see things that aren’t really there?”
“Good to know. Ah, here are my friends now.”
Brate turned as Skulduggery and Valkyrie walked in.
“That’s … that’s Skulduggery Pleasant.”
“Yes,” said Temper.
“That’s Skulduggery Pleasant and Valkyrie Cain.”
“It is.”
“Oh, I don’t know about this,” said Brate. “I don’t know. I mean, these guys … Trouble follows these guys around, you know? I don’t wanna get killed, man.”
“You won’t.”
They came over, and Temper nodded to them. “Skulduggery, Valkyrie, this is the gentleman I asked you here to meet.”
Brate stuck out his hand. Skulduggery shook it. “Dude. Adam Brate’s my name. I know who you are, of course, and I’ve waited a long time for this moment.”
Skulduggery tilted his head. “Is that so?”
“You have no idea, man. No idea at all. I just need someone to take me seriously, you know? Someone to believe me. I’ve been warning people about this for years, but no one has listened. Now, after all this time, I have the three of you.” He switched his attention to Valkyrie, shook her hand vigorously. “I feel like I know you already, I really do. Oh, hey, I apologise for wearing the sunglasses, you know? Not making eye contact? See, I’m in disguise. I think it’s safer for me if you don’t know who I am.”
Valkyrie frowned. “But you just told us your name.”
Brate stopped shaking her hand. “Aw, hell.”
“Adam has some important information to share,” Temper said quickly. “That’s what you told me, right, Adam? Why don’t we get down to business?”
“Yeah, man,” said Brate, “OK. Well. I’m … I was telling Temper here that I am, or I was, up until recently, a devout member of the Church of the Faceless. My family, back in California, were fanatical, and that’s how I was raised. I kinda drifted away in my adult years, but a few years ago the True Teachings were introduced, and I came back.”
Valkyrie frowned. “The True Teachings?”
“Peace and love,” said Brate. “The idea that the Faceless Ones were bringers of warmth and harmony instead of, you know, oppression and death.”
“Ah,” said Valkyrie. “You’re talking about the Great Pivot.”
“Am I?”
“It’s what we call it,” Skulduggery said. “The Church needed to soften its philosophies in order to be allowed to practise, and suddenly they were all about sweetness and light.”
Brate seemed a bit put out by that. “That’s a … that’s a cynical way to view what happened, man. Warmth and harmony have always been part of what the Faceless Ones promised us.”
“Providing we worship them,” Skulduggery said.
“Well, yeah,” said Brate. “But that’s the same with all religions, right? Obey our rules, worship our gods, and you’ll be rewarded, and the non-believers will burn in whatever hell we imagine there to be.”
“I think we’re getting a little sidetracked here,” said Temper.
“Yeah, sorry,” Brate said. “My thoughts and feelings towards my religion are not actually relevant to what I have to say. I don’t think they are anyway. I dunno. I’m conflicted. But I have to do what I think is right.”
Temper hoped his smile was both patient and reassuring. “Why did you bring us here, Adam?”
“Arch-Canon Creed,” said Brate, squaring his shoulders. “He’s resumed his search for the Child of the Faceless Ones.”
Temper’s chin dipped to his chest. “Damn.”
“I’m sorry,” Valkyrie said. “The search for who?”
“The Child of the Faceless Ones,” said Brate. “The offspring. The heir.”
Valkyrie frowned. “The Faceless Ones had a kid?”
“Temper,” Skulduggery said, “do you want to take this?”
“I guess,” Temper muttered. He took a breath before speaking again. “OK, so, according to the legends, back when the Faceless Ones ruled the earth, before the Ancients rose up against them, they didn’t need human vessels. Back then, for whatever reason, they could survive in this reality in their true forms. But then the Ancients did something to turn the environment inhospitable, and, from that point on, the Faceless Ones needed to possess human bodies.”
Valkyrie nodded. “I’ve seen that happen. Continue.”
“The vessels didn’t exactly last too long, so most of the time the bodies would burn themselves out and the Faceless Ones would vacate them, move on to the next, and then the next, leaving a trail of burnt-out corpses behind. But sometimes they vacated the body before it burned out, and, if that happened, the person would return to normal.”
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