skulduggery pleasant ghastly bespoke anton shudder dexter vex hopeless erskine ravel Bliss saracen rue larriken cameron light
it was raining... for the sixth day in a row. ten men crouched behind ferns, hid behind trees, and sat behind boulders at the line of a forest that lay 600 yards from an imposing castle. the walls were high and manned with archers. the draw brigde was drawn up and the moat that surrounded the castle was filled with a powerful magic repelant acid.
"Are you sure he's in there?" Larriken asked. "Because this is an awful plan and it would be all for nothing if Malevolent isn't in that castle." Larriken was all but sitting in ghastly bespoke's lap as ghastly was keeping the rain off of himself bu manipulating the air around him. "My source has yet to be wrong," Bliss answered calmly.
"Yeah, well some of us still don't trust you, baldy."
"I trust him," Skulduggery pleasant said. "So do i,"
"Aye,"
"Me too,"
"I don't care,"
the last was from anton shudder.
"I have no problem with mister Bliss," Cameron light said, "I do however have a problem with the plan." he complained. "Yes well the dead men don't have a teleporter and you owe me one," Skulduggery answered. "i owe you one. letting the scarry man throw me over a castle counts for more than one." Cameron whinned. "Us," skulduggery corrected. "He's going to throw us over the castle so that you can see it from the inside. i'll soften our landing using with air. you'll teleport the two of us back here then take all of us back inside." Skulduggery explained.