Vampire Mountain (Cirque du Freak, Book 4)
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In this fourth book in the bestselling Saga of Darren Shan, Darren Shan and Mr. Crepsley embark on a dangerous trek to the very heart of the vampire world. But they face more than the cold on Vampire Mountain?the vampaneze have been there before them.
Will a meeting with the Vampire Princes restore Darren's human side, or turn him further toward the darkness? Only one thing is certain?Darren's initiation into the vampire clan is more deadly than he can ever have imagined.
she-wolves lay out and snoozed. Only the cub provided me with company. We spent hours playing together, in the cave and among the trees of a nearby small forest. I called the cub Rudi, after Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, because he liked to rub his cold nose into my back while I was asleep. I caught a couple of squirrels in the forest and cooked them, so they were ready in the morning when the vampires returned. I served hot berries and roots with them — Mr. Crepsley had taught me which wild
side their blood is buttered on. They won’t object.” Mr. Crepsley was furious — practically shaking with rage — but the anger seeped out of him as he stared into Mr. Tiny’s eyes and realized there was no arguing with the little man. In the end he nodded and shifted his gaze, ashamed at having to bow to the demands of this interfering man. “I knew you’d see it my way,” Mr. Tiny said, then turned his attention to me. “You’ve grown,” he noted. “Inside, where it matters. Your battles with the
“A vampire who abandons his weapon is a fool,” Arra said. “If you throw the staff away, I’ll ram it down your throat to teach you a lesson when we’re through up here on the bars.” “Okay!” I snapped irritably. “Have it your own way.” I stopped retreating, raised my staff, and laid into her. Arra was hunched over — she had a lower center of gravity that way and would be harder to knock off — so I was able to aim at her head. I jabbed at her face with the end of my staff. She avoided the first
gone after Murlough, the mad vampaneze had kidnapped Evra, and Mr. Crepsley had offered to trade his life for the snake-boy’s. He’d have done the same for me if I’d fallen into the killer’s hands. I didn’t like the sound of these Trials, but if undertaking them meant Mr. Crepsley could carry on without shame, I owed it to him to place myself in the firing line. Facing the Princes, I stood up straight and said solidly, “I agree to the Trials.” “Then it is decided,” Paris Skyle said, smiling
at him and sent him tumbling. He barked angrily, then slunk back and climbed over me again. This time he didn’t try to mark his territory — thankfully! I sat there for a long time playing with the cub and tickling the bigger pair of wolves. The male rolled over onto his back, so that I could rub his belly. His hair was lighter underneath, except for a long streak of black hair that ran partway up his middle. “Streak” seemed like a good name for a wolf, so that’s what I called him. I wanted to