Garth Nix
Garth Nix
Garth Richard Nixis an Australian writer who specialises in children's and young adult fantasy novels, notably the Old Kingdom, Seventh Tower and Keys to the Kingdom series. He has frequently been asked if his name is a pseudonym, to which he has responded, "I guess people ask me because it sounds like the perfect name for a writer of fantasy. However, it is my real name."...
NationalityAustralian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth19 July 1963
CityMelbourne, Australia
CountryAustralia
Maybe if I act well enough, I'll come to believe it myself.
As for you, Private, if you mention a word of this to anyone, I'll feed you to the cat thing here. Understand?" "Yum," said Mogget. "Yes, sir!" mumbled the telephone operator, his hands shaking as he tried to smother the burning wreckage of his switchboard with a fire blanket.
My parents are going to kill me!" "That seems rather harsh...
I 'ad a toy when I was little,' said Suzy. She frowned for a moment, then added, 'Can't remember what it was. It moved and made me laugh...
Since being a prisoner was a definite improvement over being dead, which was what she thought was going to happen when the Loundergs had attacked, Suzy was quite cheerful.
Being published is not a necessary validation or a path everyone wants to take with their work. Writing—and finishing—a novel is a great thing in itself, whether or not the book is published, or becomes widely-read or not.
A year ago, I turned the final page of The Book of the Dead. I don't feel young any more.
No mother, no father, no Sight.
Blood trickled down his chin as he was hauled up onto his knees, the golden rope securing his arms behind him and his ankles together. Arthur looked up and saw the fizzing sparkling crown coming down. I’m Arthur Penhaligon, he thought desperately... The crown was wedged tightly upon his head- and Arthur fell silently screaming into darkness.
I have never known what to tell anybody. Except that it is better to do something than nothing, even if the cost is great.
Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.
Double, treble, quadruple bubble, watch the stock market get into trouble...
Yet when ancient forces stir, many things are woken.
Who or what are you? Besides insufferably rude?