Lord of the Shadows (The Saga of Darren Shan, Book 11)
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Darren Shan is going home--and his world is going to hell. Old enemies await. Scores must be settled. Destiny looks certain to destroy him, and the world is doomed to fall to the Ruler of the Night....
the show finished, in case Darius turned up late. There was no harm in being cautious, so I kept watch throughout the rest of the show, listening to the gasps, screams, and applause of the people inside the tent. I slipped away a few minutes before the end and collected Harkat. We hid in a van as the crowd poured out, and only emerged when the final excited customer had left the stadium. We gathered with most of the performers and backstage crew in a tent behind the big top for the post-show
followed my lead, though I’d sensed recently that his patience was coming to an end. We performed a variety of jobs around the camp, helping out wherever we were needed — moving equipment, mending costumes, feeding the Wolf Man. We were handymen. Mr. Tall — the owner of the Cirque Du Freak — had offered to find more responsible, permanent positions for us, but we didn’t know when we’d have to leave. It was easier to stick to simple tasks and not get too involved in the long-term running of the
closed my eyes, bit down hard, and pulled. “Charna’s guts!” I fell back, shivering, fingers twitching, mouth opening and shutting rapidly. For maybe a minute, I knew only pain. The buildings around me could have collapsed and I wouldn’t have noticed. Gradually the pain abated and I was able to study the wound again. I hadn’t managed to pull the head out, but I’d drawn it closer towards the hole, plugging it up. Blood still oozed out but it wasn’t flowing steadily like it had been. That would
maybe one or two in the morning.” He took hold of my chin, turned my head left and right, then picked at the strip of shirt that was stuck to my shoulder with dried blood. “Ow!” I yelped. Declan released me immediately. “Sorry,” he said. “Does it hurt much?” “Not . . . as much . . . as it did,” I muttered. Then my head began to swim and I half-blacked-out again. When I recovered, the two men were huddled together a few feet away, discussing what to do with me. “Leave him,” I heard Little
temperature returned to normal. “I have looked,” he said, his expression unreadable. “And?” I croaked. “I did not find you there.” I smiled bitterly. “I knew it. If the clan falls, it will fall because of me. I’m the doomed one in the future where we lose.” “Not necessarily,” Mr. Tall said. “I looked fifty or sixty years ahead, long after the fall of the vampires. You might have died after all of the others had been killed.” “Then bring it forward,” I demanded. “Look twenty or thirty years