Free Death Bringer by Derek Landy

think?”
    Quiver shrugged. “Until this point, I confess that I was never sure if I liked you. Now I just don’t care any more.”
    Wreath smiled.

Chapter 8
Friends in High Places
    oarhaven stood like a dirty inkblot on a nice clean page. A small town, barely even that, beside a dark and stagnant lake, it was hemmed in on two sides by steep banks of brown grasses. It had its main street and its offshoots, its houses and bars and grim-windowed shops. Sorcerers lived in this town, but only the truly bitter, the genuinely resentful. The outside world was a world gone wrong, a world of ignorant mortals with their squabbling ways. In the bars of Roarhaven, of which there were two, the citizens were known to whisper of some future time when the mortals would fall and the sorcerers rise. And when the drink gave them the courage, these whispers would grow louder, turn to muttered oaths punctuated by fists pounding on tabletops.
    Change, they said, was coming.
    Roarhaven, Valkyrie knew, was many things. One thing it was not, by any stretch of the imagination, was a tourist town. So when the Bentley passed a rental car stopped outside what passed for the town’s corner shop, Valkyrie frowned.
    â€œPull over,” she said.
    Skulduggery looked at her as they slowed. “Here?”
    â€œI’ve seen how this place treats strangers. I just want to make sure we’re not going to need Geoffrey Scrutinous to come in and smooth things over.”
    The Bentley stopped and Valkyrie got out. Skulduggery continued on to the Sanctuary as she walked back to the rental car. A woman sat in the passenger seat. Three kids were squashed in behind. American accents.
    She smiled at the woman, got a curt nod back, and then she entered the shop. A few newspapers on the racks. No magazines. Some food, confectioneries, stationery, a fridge with cartons of milk and ham slices, and a broad American man arguing over the counter with the tight-lipped shopkeeper.
    Valkyrie smiled as she walked up. “Is there a problem?” she asked.
    â€œThis man won’t leave me alone,” said the shopkeeper.
    The American frowned at him. “I’m trying to buy something.”
    The shopkeeper ignored him. “He just won’t leave.”
    The American turned to Valkyrie. “We came into this store—”
    â€œIt’s not a store,” interrupted the shopkeeper, “it’s a shop.”
    â€œFine,” the American growled. “We came into this shop ten minutes ago. My kids picked out what they wanted, brought them up to the counter to pay. This jerk stood there, right where he is now, looking up at the ceiling while we tried to get his attention.”
    â€œI was ignoring them,” said the shopkeeper. “I had heard that if you ignore them, they go away. This one did not go away.”
    â€œYou’re damn right I’m not going away. I’m a customer and you will serve me.”
    The shopkeeper sneered. “We don’t serve your kind here.”
    â€œYou don’t serve Americans?”
    â€œI don’t serve mortals.”
    The American raised his eyebrows at Valkyrie. “And then he starts with this nonsense.”
    Valkyrie looked at the shopkeeper. “Wouldn’t it be easier at this stage to just let him buy the stuff and leave?”
    The shopkeeper shook his head. “You do that for one of them, you’ll have to do it for all of them.”
    â€œFor all of who? There isn’t anyone else waiting out there.”
    â€œThey’ll hear about it, though.”
    â€œHear about it?” the American said. “Hear about this little shop in the middle of nowhere where I actually bought something? First of all, I don’t even know where we are! Far as I can tell, it’s not on any of our maps. I can find that dirty lake out there, but there’s not supposed to be any freaky little town beside it.”
    â€œIf you didn’t know