I might have to drink the blood of animals to stay alive, but I would never feast on one of my own kind, no matter what Mr.Crepsley said, or hows much my belly growled.
DARREN SHANI might have to drink the blood of animals to stay alive, but I would never feast on one of my own kind, no matter what Mr.Crepsley said, or hows much my belly growled.
DARREN SHANI won’t die. I won’t give those ghouls the pleasure. I’ll live and grow strong. I’ll escape, then hunt them down and make them suffer.
DARREN SHANLife is a challenge” he once told me, “and only those who rise to the challenge truly know what it means to live.
DARREN SHANThe world won’t end with a bang or a whimper. It’ll end with the death screams of a thousand demons and a defiant, carefree, savage, wolfen howl.
DARREN SHANOf course I have nightmares-Who doesn’t?
DARREN SHANYour spikes have gone floppy.
DARREN SHANI know who the demon thief is – it’s me!
DARREN SHANConfidence has brought them out into the light, but they seem to have forgotten – light’s no good for creatures of the night.
DARREN SHANLook at me!” I roar. “Do you think you’ll be the first I’ve killed today? I wasn’t a murderer, but you changed me. I’m a monster now. And I’m hungry.” “Meera!” Anotoine whines. “Prae! Please.
DARREN SHANShe was a beautiful woman.” Gavner sighed, tracing the outline of one of the elephants. “She just had very bad taste in underwear …” “And in boyfriends,” I added impishly. Mr. Crepsley burst into laughter at that
DARREN SHANI mean, seriously, what lady of taste could resist a shiny green head of hair like mine?
DARREN SHANChildhood is the purest state. The pure of heart never leave it behind. Their life merely takes them on a cirtuitous route away from, and then back to it.
DARREN SHANWhat use was money if you didn’t have the time to enjoy it?
DARREN SHANYou should take more pride in your appearance,” I tell him. “You’ll never attract girls with an ugly mug like that.
DARREN SHANbeg you. You’re civilised people. Help me!” “We can’t,” Prae says coldly. “Even if we wanted to – and personally I have no problem with him gutting you – we couldn’t. He’s not ours to control. He’s one of your specimens. You helped create him – now you have to deal with him
DARREN SHANNo, 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. Maybe I’ll even carry them with me after I go.
DARREN SHAN