Skulduggery – Crow
Anton – Bear
Ghastly – Panda
Dexter – Wolf
Saracen – Weasel
Erskine – Snake
Solomon – Raven
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Chapter 33
Tanith's POV
Tanith, Skulduggery, Anton, Ghastly, Saracen and Erskine pulled up in the van at Aranmore Farm, the place Finbar had indicated having the weakness in the dimension or whatever it was – Tanith hadn't really understood, didn't want to and didn't care. What she knew was the sickos that were the Diablerie wanted to use a kid to open the world up to the Faceless One's which would end in everyone dying. So, she wanted to catch and imprison the Diablerie and this Batu guy once and for all.
Hopefully as easy as it was said.
She sighed, looking at the spot Valkyrie usually sat in. She was at home with a headache. Skulduggery hadn't spoken about her at all, not even spoken when Tanith had asked him why she wasn't coming, so Tanith had simply assumed it was from the headache she had complained of earlier.
Saracen had said she couldn't sleep last night and Fletcher had told her, from a distance since she had been sitting with Ghastly at the time, that she had woken early and told him also that she had a headache. Hopefully, she would get some sleep even if she did miss out on all this.
Though it definitely wasn't like her to not just take a numbing leaf and come along.
They pulled up at the farm but only she and Skulduggery got out, posing as a couple of some strange combination, and went to the small farm cottage some way down the dirt path. It was a pretty cottage to be fair. Something she'd have enjoyed in another life.
Tanith knocked on the door, but no answer came. Carefully, she jumped over a dying bush and looked in the window. "Doesn't look like anyone's in."
Skulduggery looked around and shook his head. "This is a farm, he's likely working. We'll wait for him to turn up."
"Do you know him?" Tanith asked.
He shook his head. "I don't have a number to call ahead. I just figured we'd turn up. By the looks of it, this is a single man, with no kids, in his seventies or later sixties. No wife. He probably lives and always lived completely alone."
"That sounds sad," Tanith remarked, looking at Skulduggery. He glanced at her and looked away just as a man of that description came around the side of the house.
"Well, what's this?" The old man said. "Are you trespassing my property? I have signs saying no cold callers so if you're selling something, don't bother."
Skulduggery shook his head and took his hat off. "No, we're not trying to sell anything. Actually, we're investigators. We're looking into a series of murders that have been happening in the area and hoped to talk with yourself. My name is Skulduggery Pleasant and this is my associate, Tanith Low."
He grunted and stabbed his spade in the dirt. "Patrick Hanratty. Did they give you a prize for your stupid names?"
"Mr Hanratty–"
"Paddy."
"Paddy–"
"No, actually call me Mr Hanratty."
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Skulduggery Pleasant: Raising Cain
Fanfiction(This story is written as a fanfiction, but can be read as a story without having read any of the books.) Valkyrie Cain, the adoptive daughter of the Dead Men, has had a life full of love and magic. But as she gets older, times become scarier and sh...
