Darren Shan
Darren Shan
Darren O'Shaughnessy, who commonly writes under the pen name Darren Shan, is an Irish author. Darren Shan is the main character in Shan's The Saga of Darren Shan young-adult fiction series, also known as the Cirque Du Freak series. He followed that up with The Demonata series and the stand-alone books, Koyasan and The Thin Executioner. Then came The Saga of Larten Crepsley which is a prequel to The Saga of Darren Shan. He has most recently finished a 12...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth2 July 1972
CountryIreland
Cirque du Freak' is the best vampire series ever.
...The pain didn't bother me. In fact, I welcome it: It meant I was alive.
Even a minute of dying is better than an eternity of nothingness.
If I'd known how wrong I was - if I'd had any idea of the awful night that lay ahead - I'd have run after him and never returned to that disgusting circus of blood, that revolting circus of death.
For a long time that's all I could do, howl and scream and cry like the wild animal of the night that I'd become.
A world of "if"s, but it would make no difference. If I could go back in time... but I couldn't. The past was behind me. The best thing now would be to stop looking over my shoulder. It was time to forget the past and look to the present and future.
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing." - Harkat Mulds (Hunters of the Dusk)
The hands of Fate keep time on a heart-shaped watch." - Harkat Mulds(The Trials of Death)
Indecision is the source of chaos." - Paris Skyle(Allies of the Night)
Ever hear of the phrase, Banging you're head on a brick wall?" Ah, but you forget, Darren, vampires can break brick walls with their heads.
Underneath me, Sam Grest - who'd been my friend and saved my life - lay perfectly still and slipped further and further into the final sleep of an unfair and horrible death.
Maybe you're going insane." "Maybe," agreed Kernel. "I was joking." "I wasn't.
Stick it up your crack, you warped son of a mutant b*tch!
I gulped, then stepped over the threshold into the house where I'd lived as a boy. After eighteen long years of wandering, I had finally come home.