Skulduggery Pleasant: Kingdom of the Wicked by Derek Landy Page A

sentenced to seven hundred years for multiple counts of murder. You were sent here, to this pretty shoddy gaol. When Mien took over as warden, he connected you to the building and began using you to shunt the entire facility through dimensions. It’s the ultimate security system. No one can break in or break out because the prison travels to eight different realities every second, and it’s all thanks to you. Are you with me so far?”
    Nadir gaped at him. “Fifteen years?”
    “Indeed. Now then, we are here for an entirely different reason – but if you help us, we will ensure that you spend the remainder of your prison sentence, all six hundred and seventy-eight years of it, in the comforts of your duly-appointed cell. Understand?”
    “Fifteen years ?”
    Skulduggery looked at Valkyrie. “Oh, dear. I think he might be brain-damaged.”
    The door burst open again and Mien ran in.
    “You!” he cried. “What are you doing? You can’t be here! This is a restricted area!”
    “Valkyrie,” Skulduggery said.
    She walked up to Mien, and the prison warden turned his attention to her. “This is my gaol and when you are here you operate by my rules, and this is not—”
    Valkyrie smacked her palm into his jaw and he went backwards, his legs giving out. He crumpled to the floor where she cuffed him, binding symbols glowing on the narrow shackles. “Mr Mien,” she said, kneeling on his back, “you’re under arrest for, uh...” She looked to Skulduggery for help.
    “Improper use of inmates,” he suggested.
    “There you go,” she nodded. “You have the right to remain unconscious.”
    Mien did not respond.
    “Very well done,” said Skulduggery. “What do you think, Silas? Do you think that was well done? How does it compare to the way you were arrested all those years ago? Tyren Lament, wasn’t it, the man who arrested you?”
    “Lament,” Nadir said, and spat. “It’s his fault I’m here. His fault I’m—”
    Skulduggery interrupted him. “Actually, it would be your fault. You know, for killing all those people. Speaking of Lament, as we were, I need to know the names of his associates.”
    Nadir glared. “Go to hell.”
    “Silas, now really. Is that any way to speak to the person who has just liberated you from the void? Lament’s colleagues. Who were they?”
    Nadir licked his lips. “And what if I tell you? What do I get?”
    “You get unhooked, Silas.”
    “You say I’ve been here for fifteen years? The last thing I remember is being in my cell. OK. OK, I’ll help you, but in return you hook me back up.”
    Skulduggery tilted his head. “I’m sorry?”
    “You hook me back up to this thing. Let me serve my sentence here. If you do that, I’ll help you.”
    “See?” Mien said from beneath Valkyrie, his voice shaky. “He wants to be here...”
    “Shut up,” Valkyrie said. “He wants to be here because fifteen years went by and he didn’t even notice it. But he wasn’t sent to prison just so it could pass in the blink of an eye. He has to suffer.”
    “That’s my condition,” Nadir said. “I know a few of Lament’s buddies. He called in three or four of them when he was hunting me. I can help you. I know what you need.”
    “OK,” Skulduggery said, “you have a deal. Give me the names.”
    Nadir laughed. “Call me cynical, skeleton, but I don’t trust you. I want this deal on paper and signed by the Grand Mage himself – by the end of the day. And I want it on that special Sanctuary paper I’ve heard about, the kind that can only be written on by the Elders. You’re not going to cheat me out of this.”
    Skulduggery was quiet for a moment. “We’ll see what we can do,” he said.
    Nadir was sitting behind a desk when a Cleaver escorted them in three hours later. Skulduggery slapped the page down in front of him. Smirking, Nadir ran his finger along the embossed header.
    “Official Sanctuary paper,” he breathed, then laughed as he started reading. Valkyrie watched