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
Students never appreciate their teachers while they are learning. It is only later, when they know more of the world, that they understand how indebted they are to those who instructed them. Good teachers expect no praise or love from the young. They wait for it, and in time, it comes.
I know that no matter how lonely I get, I'll never be truly alone again. Our loved ones don't leave us. They just move out of sight for a while, and wait...in the shades.
But stories don't end. They continue as long as you're alive. You just have to get on with things. Turn the page, start a new chapter, find out what's in store for you next, and keep your fingers crossed that it's not too awful. Even if you know in your heart and soul that it most probably will be.
What use was money if you didn't have the time to enjoy it?
When it comes to impending, unavoidable extinction, ignorance is bliss.
The pair smiled desperately at one another. And for the first time ever, despite the fact that everyone he knew - even the gods themselves - would condemn him for it, Jebel didn't think of Tel Hesani as a slave, but as an equal.
Humans elect leaders on the basis of the promises they make. We [vampires] try to elect ours based solely on the strength of their character.
A world without pain, loss, betrayal, hate, death, loneliness? Impossible!
Destiny is a tower of cards - nudge one just an inch and everything stacked on top comes crashing down. P116
You should take more pride in your appearance,” I tell him. “You'll never attract girls with an ugly mug like that.
...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.