No, thats not how it happened... Mr crepsley dropped. He was impaled on the stakes. He died. And it was awful... His cries as he writhed there, bleeding and dying, burning and screaming, will stay with me till I die.… — Darren Shan Copy Share Image
“I know the names of every intelligent being, the spots on the wings of every butterfly that broke out of a cocoon, the genetic… — Darren Shan Copy Share Image
“If mankind's destined to bite the bullet, let's bite it and be damned.” — Darren Shan Copy Share Image
“Mr. Crepsley was every bit as composed as he'd sworn he would be. He didn't even shed a tear when the funeral litter was… — Darren Shan Copy Share Image
For an hour or more he was neither human nor vampire, just a howling, hungry creature of dark delights. — Darren Shan Copy Share Image
“I will not make you a vampire," Mr. Crepsley insisted. "You must forget about it. Go home and get on with your life." "No!"… — Darren Shan Copy Share Image
To be a druid is to embrace death, dance with it a while, and finally fall prey to it. That is why we'll never… — Darren Shan Copy Share Image
“I'm hungry," he whimpered instead. "Food is on its way." "No," he said. "The other kind of hunger." P198” — Darren Shan Copy Share Image
“People need devils and dark gods, if only to give them a foe to rally against, an obstacle to overcome. Your people understood that… — Darren Shan Copy Share Image
