If this were a made-up story, it would begin at night, with a storm blowing and owls hooting and rattling noises under the bed. — 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
