Demon Thief (Demonata, Book 2)
Darren Shan
Language: English
Pages: 131
ISBN: 2:00191331
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Kernel Fleck has always known he's weird. He sees lights. Strange, multi-colored patches of light swirling through the air. But it's not until a window opens into a demon world, with horrific consequences, that Kernel discovers his powers. As a Disciple, his mission is to hunt the viciously powerful Demonata, to the death...
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mutters. “I could do it while you search for Cadaver.” “You’re not very skilled at finding your way around,” Be-ranabus says. “What makes you think you could locate the right place?” “I could try,” she insists. “And even if I don’t find the exact spot, I can return him to our world. He could make his own way home from there.” Beranabus thinks a moment, then shrugs. “So be it. Waste your time if you wish. But keep out of my way, so you don’t interfere with —” “I’m not going!” I shout. “I came
He draws on it, barks a few words, and suddenly the space around us is clear, punks wedged aside by an invisible force. The three of us are alone, protected by a bubble of magic energy, like the one Nadia and the others created on top of the needle of rock. “Shark!” Dervish yells, nodding at the demon, which has spat at a third punk and is now bent over the remains of the man with the mohawk. It’s slurping up the spit, along with the gooey mush, which is all that’s left of the man’s skull and
your talent, we can use it to search for the Kah-Gash. That’s the deal — help me locate the fragments, then I’ll help you get your brother back.” I stare at Beranabus nervously. It sounds like a fair trade, but I’m wary. Afraid of ending up like Nadia, a tool in the magician’s hands, a slave. Nobody knows how many pieces the Kah-Gash was broken up into. It could be a handful, or it could be a thousand. “Help me rescue Art now,” I barter. “Then I’ll search for the weapon.” Beranabus shakes his
little biter of a brother! His head turns right, slowly. Fresh cracks open around his neck and shoulders. Blood flows from them. He levels his gaze on us, studying us one at a time. Nadia is murmuring the words of some spell — a protective spell perhaps, though I don’t think that will be much use if he decides to attack. Lord Loss observes her longer than the rest of us, frowning softly, then his eyes move on. As he studies me, I remember how he looked at me before, the way his eyes lingered on
make sense of it. Crazy thoughts flickering through my head — Maybe Beranabus struck a bargain with Lord Loss to steal Art. He might have sensed my power and wanted to draw me into this universe. Mrs. Egin? The witch opened the passageway for Cadaver. Perhaps she was the true thief. But she’s dead. Unless, like Nadia, her soul has been preserved here. Mom and Dad? Maybe they got into trouble or craved power, sold Art to Lord Loss, arranged for him to be kidnapped when they were away. Madness.
