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Click on the cover image above to read some pages of this book! Formatting may be different depending on your device and eBook type. I Am Grimalkin is the ninth book in Joseph Delaney's terrifying Wardstone Chronicles - over 3 million copies sold worldwide! Grimalkin has made it her lifetime ambition to destroy the Fiend. Having assisted the Spook and his apprentice in the binding of the Fiend, she is now on the run. And her mission is deadly. She has to keep the Fiend's severed head in her possession no matter who - or what - comes after it.

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Grimalkin, the Witch Assassin (Spook's- I Am Grimalkin)

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She was ready for any threat from the dark. The way to deal with ghosts was to talk to them - to try and persuade them to go to the light - but Jenny wasn't taking any chances.

In this cold northern land, so far from the County, who knew what she might encounter? Ghosts might be very different here. She felt better with her pockets full and a weapon in her hand.

She reached the stout wooden attic door and tried one of the eight big keys on the heavy bunch. She was lucky: The door creaked open on rusty hinges, the bottom juddering towards her over the flags as she dragged it open.

It had swollen with the damp and probably hadn't been opened for many years. Jenny took a deep breath to steady her nerves and stepped into the room. She was a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter with the gift of sensitivity to the dark; instantly she sensed that something threatening was nearby.

She raised the lantern high and examined her surroundings: Another door was directly ahead of her, no doubt leading to the main chamber. She shivered. It was cold enough to make her glad of her sheepskin jacket. But the worst thing was the smell. This was just about one of the stinkiest places she'd ever been in. Back in the County, she'd once walked out onto the Morecambe Bay sands to see what a crowd of people were staring at.

There'd been a shoal of huge fish washed up on the beach. They'd been dead for some time and they stank. What she smelled now was similar, but there was some kind of living animal smell mixed in. It was a bit like walking into a stable of sweating horses and sodden sawdust. Then there was a third element to the mix - a hint of burning flesh and a taste of sulphur on her tongue. By the yellow light of the lantern she saw a big spider high on the wall above the inner door.

As she approached, the creature scuttled off towards a huge web in the corner. There was no lock - just a metal handle. She turned it and tried to open the door by pushing it away from her.

There was resistance so she reversed direction, pulling it smoothly outwards. Her sense of a threat from the dark was growing. The lantern illuminated what had once been someone's opulent living quarters, now ruined by damp and neglect. Three huge fireplaces gaped like monstrous mouths, their rusty metal grates filled with ashes.

Water dripped from the ceiling onto a rusty chandelier. There were the remnants of fine carpets on the floor; now they were damp, dirty and mildewed. Then something unexpected caught her attention: It was ringed with stones - someone had left a wine glass precariously balanced there. It looked as if the slightest disturbance would send it plummeting down into the darkness. The stones themselves glistened with water. Jenny approached the ring of stones and gazed down into the dark hole, holding the lantern over it.

It looked like a well. Was there water at the bottom? Then Jenny realized that there was something impossible about what she was seeing: She was standing in an attic right at the top of a turret.

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There were rooms below. Directly beneath them in the palace was a kitchen and then, on the lowest level, the second largest throne room where Prince Stanislaw, the ruler of this land, received petitions, held meetings and dispensed justice.

She had been given a tour of this part of the castle a day or so earlier.

If this dark shaft ran through the turret rooms and then down into the ground, then there would have had to be some sort of circular stone structure, like a chimney, in each of the large rooms near the ground.

Surely she would have noticed such a thing? Except for the sound of her muffled footsteps across the damp carpet and the water dripping onto the chandelier, the room was quiet. But Jenny could hear something new: She stared at the wine glass. It was slowly filling with red wine. A thin stream was falling into the glass but there was no visible source for the liquid. Was it being poured by an invisible hand? A second later an unmistakable metallic odour told her that she was wrong about the liquid.

It wasn't wine. It was blood.

Jenny watched in fearful fascination as the glass slowly filled. The blood reached the brim and then spilled over onto the stone. The droplets began to steam, and the sudden sharp stench made her heave.

As she watched, the blood in the glass began to bubble. Then the vessel wobbled and fell into the dark shaft. Jenny counted to ten but there was no splash, no sound at all. The shaft appeared to be bottomless. The room had been dank and cold, but now it seemed to be growing warmer.

Steam began to rise from the circle of wet stones. Her sense of danger increased. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and her fingertips were tingling.

Spook's: I Am Grimalkin

These reactions told her that this attic contained something far worse than a poor soul needing to be coaxed towards the light. She had hoped to demonstrate her bravery and prove her competence to become a spook.

She had to learn to cope alone. Terror gripped her. She sensed that there was something really bad here; something big and dangerous; something that wanted to kill her. Jenny stepped away from the circle of stones, away from the couches, pressing her back against the wall. From the depths below, something enormous took a breath.

It was so vast that the air it sucked in rushed past Jenny with the force of a gale, slamming the inner door shut with a bang.

The blast made her stagger forward onto her knees before it swirled away down the dark shaft towards an unseen mouth and cavernous lungs. She dropped the lantern and was plunged into total darkness. Jenny cried out in terror as a monstrous glowing shape bulged up out of the vast impossible space and hovered in the air above it.

Six glowing ruby-red eyes stared towards her; eyes set deep within a bulbous head. When it exhaled, the breath of this creature - whatever it was - felt hot and putrid; there was a stench of decay, of dead things that still slithered or crawled in a subterranean darkness. Then tentacles were coiling and writhing, reaching out towards her, intending to twine about her and drag her back down into that dark impossible hole.

She would never live to become a spook now. She would die here alone in the darkness. It was the day that Thomas Ward, the Chipenden Spook, my master, died.

The Spooks Destiny

Tom should have been back in the County fighting the dark, dealing with ghosts, ghasts, witches and boggarts.

I should have spent time in the Chipenden library and garden being trained as a spook's apprentice. I should have been practising digging boggart pits and improving my skills with a silver chain. Instead we followed the witch assassin, Grimalkin, on a long doomed journey north towards the lands of the Kobalos. They're barbaric non-human warriors with a thick hide of fur and faces like wolves.

They plan to make war on the human race; they intend to kill all the men and boys and enslave the females. One of their warriors, a shaiksa assassin with deadly fighting skills, had been visiting the river, the divide between the territories of men and Kobalos. He'd been issuing challenges, then fighting human opponents in single combat, killing his adversaries with ease.

But the holy men of this land, the magowie, had been visited by a winged figure - a figure who had the appearance of an angel and who had made a prophecy: One day soon a human will come who will defeat the Kobalos warrior. After his victory he will lead the combined armies of the principalities to victory! Hearing of this prophecy, Grimalkin had formulated a plan.

It was a plan that cost Tom his life. Grimalkin's scheme was for Tom Ward to fight and defeat the warrior and then lead an army into Kobalos lands so that she could learn of their magical and military abilities. Tom had indeed defeated the warrior, but the Kobalos's dying act had been to pierce Tom's body with his sabre.

So Tom Ward had died too. That was yesterday. Today we are going to bury him. Tom's coffin rested on the grass in the open. Prince Stanislaw, who ruled Polyznia, the largest of the principalities bordering Kobalos territory, stood beside it, flanked by two of his guards. He nodded towards Grimalkin and me, and then beckoned four of his men forward. They hefted the coffin up onto their shoulders. He and this armed escort were with us to do honour to Tom.

I wished they didn't have to be here; I wanted to take Tom back to the County where his old master was buried and his family still lived on their farm. I glanced sideways at the prince - a big man with short grey hair, a large nose and close-set eyes. He was in his fifties, I guessed, and hadn't an ounce of fat on his body.

His intelligent eyes looked sad now. He and his warriors had been impressed by Tom's fighting skill. Despite suffering a mortal wound, he had slain the Kobalos warrior, something that the prince's own champions had been unable to do. As we trudged up towards the place where Tom was to be buried, thunder crashed overhead, and soon torrential rain had soaked us to the skin.

Grimalkin gripped my shoulder. I suppose she meant to be comforting - in so far as someone as wild and cruel as a witch assassin can be. But Tom's death had been brought about by her machinations and anger began to build within me. Her grip was firm to the point of hurting, but I shrugged her off and took a step nearer to the open grave. I glanced at the headstone and began to read what had been carved upon it: It made my stomach turn.

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