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
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.
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.
Better not to start down a wrong path at all than head down it in the hope of making a detour when something better came along.
I mean, seriously, what lady of taste could resist a shiny green head of hair like mine?
The moon's a powerful mistress. She can reach through any wall or covering and work her wicked charms.
Childhood 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.