Derek Landy - The Demon Road Trilogy - The Complete Collection - Demon Road; Desolation; American Monsters

This e-book collection first published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2017

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DEMON ROAD: 9780008140878

DEMON ROAD – DESOLATION: 9780008156947

DEMON ROAD – AMERICAN MONSTERS: 9780008157074

Ebook Edition © 2017 ISBN 9780008249427

Version: 2017-02-15

Contents

Cover

Title Page THE DEMON ROAD TRILOGY Demon Road Desolation American Monsters Derek Landy

Copyright

Demon Road

Desolation

American Monsters

Keep Reading

About the Publisher

Contents Cover Title Page THE DEMON ROAD TRILOGY Demon Road Desolation American Monsters Derek Landy Copyright Demon Road Desolation American Monsters Keep Reading About the Publisher

Laura J –

I introduced you to scary movies, the books of Stephen King, and the myriad delights of horror.

You introduced me to StarKid.

I have still not forgiven you.

Contents

Cover Contents Cover Title Page THE DEMON ROAD TRILOGY Demon Road Desolation American Monsters Derek Landy Copyright Demon Road Desolation American Monsters Keep Reading About the Publisher

Title Page

Dedication Laura J – I introduced you to scary movies, the books of Stephen King, and the myriad delights of horror. You introduced me to StarKid. I have still not forgiven you.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

TWELVE HOURS BEFORE AMBER LAMONT’S parents tried to kill her, she was sitting between them in the principal’s office, her hands in her lap, stifling all the things she wanted to say.

“We don’t stand for troublemakers in this school,” said Mrs Cobb. She was a fleshy woman in her fifties who wore a necklace so tight that when her neck quivered and her face went red, Amber expected her head to just pop off, maybe bounce on the floor and go rolling underneath her massively imposing desk. That would have been nice.

“There is a reason we have been placed in the top three educational facilities in the great state of Florida,” Cobb continued, “and do you know what that is? It’s because we run a tight ship.”

She paused for effect, as if what she’d said needed to be absorbed rather than merely tolerated.

Cobb inclined her head slightly to one side. “Mr and Mrs Lamont, I don’t know you very well. In previous years, there has been no reason to summon you here. In previous years, Amber’s behaviour has been perfectly adequate. But your daughter has been sent to my office three times in the past month for altercations with other students. Three times . That is, I’m sure you’ll agree, beyond the pale. Speaking plainly, as I feel I must, her behaviour this semester has worsened to such a degree that I am, regrettably, forced to wonder if there might have been some drastic change in her home circumstances.”

Amber’s mother nodded sympathetically. “How terrible for you.”

Her parents were, as expected, completely calm in the face of overwhelming stupidity. That specific type of calm – detached, patient but at-times-veering-into-condescension – was pretty much their default setting. Amber was used to it. Cobb was not.

Betty Lamont sat in her chair with perfect posture and perfect hair, dressed smartly yet demurely. Bill Lamont sat with his legs crossed, hands resting on the understated buckle of his Italian belt, his fingers intertwined and his shoes gleaming. Both of them good-looking people, tall, healthy and trim. Amber had more in common with Mrs Cobb than she did with her own parents – Cobb could, in fact, have been Amber in forty years’ time, if she never found the discipline to go on that diet she’d been promising herself. The only thing she seemed to have inherited from her folks’ combined gene pool was her brown hair. Sometimes Amber let herself wonder where it all went wrong with her – but she didn’t ponder that mystery for very long. Such pondering led to the cold and darker places of her mind.