Sarah Rees Brennan - The Demons Lexicon

The Demons Lexicon

An imprint of Simon & Schuster Childrens PublishingDivision

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This book is a work of fiction. Any references tohistorical events, real people, or real locales are usedfictitiously. Other names, characters, places, andincidents are products of the authors imagination, andany resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2009 by Sarah Rees Brennan

All rights reserved, including the right of reproductionin whole or in part in any form.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication DataBrennan, Sarah Rees.

The demons lexicon / Sarah Rees Brennan.1st ed.

p. cm.(Demons lexicon; bk. 1)

Summary: Sixteen-year-old Nick and his family havebattled magicians and demons for most of his life, butwhen his brother, Alan, is marked for death whilehelping new friends Jamie and Mae, Nicks

determination to save Alan leads him to uncover adevastating secret.

ISBN-13: 978-1-4169-9492-3

ISBN-10: 1-4169-9492-0

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FOR MUM AND DADIve always thought that raising a child must be one of the scariest things in the world. You never know when theyre going to live on ketchup, run away to America, or badmouth you on television. Well, in case I ever try that last one, you can display this to the world: Im happy, Im healthy, and I love you. I wrote a book!

You didnt do so badly. (And the ketchup was delicious.) ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Behind this book was an army saving me (and more importantly, my book) from myself.

Enormous thanks are due to Kristin Nelson, my fabulous agent, for the endless patience and the superpowers. Not to mention her lovely assistant, Sara Megibow.

Enormous thanks and bouquets are due to the entire team at Simon & Schuster for taking a chance on me and doing so many shockingly wonderful things for my book.

Special thanks to my brilliant editor, Karen Wojtyla, for all the wise wordsI totally owe you a glass of potatoes in Iwonreland one dayand to her lovely assistant, Sarah Payne.

To Nicole Russo for the awesome publicity.

To Russell Gordon and Gene Mollica for their combined hard work on my sparkling cover.

To my copyeditor, Valerie Shea, for not letting night fall three times in one day.

And thanks to the amazing people at Simon & Schuster UK, among them Venetia Gosling and Elisa Offord, who have done lovely things for me on my side of the pond.

To Cassandra Clare and Holly Black for all the excellent advice, comforting words, and basically being the coolest writer friends possible, even if Jane Austen were resurrected and wanted to hang out.

To my family and friends in Ireland, England, and America who all had to put up with me during the various stages of this book! Particular thanks to the Irish inner circle, Chiara, Susan, Eleanor, Ashling, and Rachael, who put up with more than most.

To Anna, who lived with me in New York and taught me about publishing and firemen; Pinelopi, who lived with me in England while I wrote the book and was the first Alan fan; and Natasha and Jenny, who lived with me (somehow!) in Ireland while I edited it.

To Kingston Unimy writing group there and my tutor, Liz Jensenand to Guildford Library.

To the Debutantes of 2009, ladies who are indeed a feast of awesome.

Thanks to those who have been so wonderful to me on live-journal all these years, and to all the marmalade fish out there.

Contents

2 Demons Mark

3 The Hidden Girl

4 The Goblin Market

5 Dancing Up a Demon

6 The Hunt Begins

7 The Intruders

8 The Capture

9 Chains

10 The House of Mezentius

11 Answers

12 Blood Calls to Blood

13 The Trick

14 Black Arthur

15 Nothing Human

16 Exorcism

The Demons Lexicon

THE PIPE UNDER THE SINK WAS LEAKING AGAIN.IT WOULDNThave been so bad, except that Nick kept his favorite sword under the sink.

He rescued it, wiped the steel, and absently tested the edge with his thumb while water flowed out onto the kitchen floor. Once hed laid it aside, he realized the knees of his jeans were already soaked through.

Alan brought Nick his toolbox.

Care to lend a hand? Nick inquired without much hope.

No, Im too busy cooking, Alan said. You do the heavy lifting around here. Im more the sensitive intellectual type.

Nick raised his eyebrows. Oh, get in the kitchen and bake me a pie, woman.

He peered into the cupboard again. The pipes made an ominous gurgling sound, and the bottom of the cupboard became the site of the worlds tiniest waterfall.

I can be a sensitive intellectual type as well, he said at length. If the other option is drowning under our sink.

Save us all from a watery grave or cook your own dinner. Its entirely up to you.

It was a compelling point. Nick could cook his own dinner, but Alan actually worked at being a good cook. He made everything from scratch, and the sizzling sound of food hitting the pan and the sudden rich smell of frying vegetables made his argument for him.

Nick glared, which was effective when dealing with everyone but his brother. Then he took the knife out of his wrist sheath, laying it carefully alongside his sword, rolled up his sleeves, and got to work.

Aside from the sink, this house was pretty good. It was small, the color of cardboard that had been left out in the rain, and exactly like every other house standing in the military lines of the housing estate. Still, each house was separated from its neighbors by a decent distance. There was nobody complaining about strange noises in the night. That was worth any amount of leaks.

On the whole, Nick liked Exeter. There was a statue on the high street that reminded him of a knife, and he was learning to map the city out from that point. It was rare for them to stay in one place long enough for the landmarks to become familiar, but they had been here two months with no danger signs yet. They both had jobs, he was just about getting by at school, and Alan had even had time to find a new crush.

He would be sorry when they had to leave.

The pipe gave a long metallic groan, like an ancient robot about to fall to pieces, and Nick gritted his teeth and twisted the wrench hard. It was too old to be properly fixed; all he could do was try and hold it together until it could become the next tenants problem.

Someday were going to live in St. Leonards and get away from all this.

Oh, sure, said Alan easily. The chili was simmering and he was leaning beside the sink, arms crossed over his thin chest, watching Nick work. When I win the lottery. Or when we start selling your body to rich old ladies.

If we start selling my body to rich old ladies now, Nick said, can I quit school?