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SimplyCrazy
03-06-2007, 11:03:24
Don't know if anyone's heard about these books, but they're my favorites at this time. The Demonata is another name for demons, which this series is all about.

The author, Darren Shan, has earlier written a series like this about vampires, but this time chose Demons. It's a 10 book series, this far 8 of them are out.

The books are published (or on their way) in UK, Ireland, USA, Australia&New Zealand, Canada, Germany, Hungary, Japan, Taiwan, The Netherlands, Norway & probably more

The first book, Lord Loss, is about Grubbs Grady who comes home one night only to find hell unleashed in his parents' bedroom and his parents and sister killed by demons. He then moves in with his uncle, who's quite familiar with demons, magic and other worlds...

The second book, Demon thief, is about Kernel Fleck. The weird thing about Kernel is; he can see small patches of light all around in the air. One night he sits in his bedroom playing with the patches. They go together in a group and opens a window. Kernel goes in. That's the last thing he remembers before he wakes up on his bedroom floor with his baby brother by his side. According to his parents; they've been gone for a week!

Light, Camera, SLAWTER!
This book is about Grubbs. His life is starting to settle down after the past horrible events. His uncle, tho, is having nightmares and is not his old self. One day a famous maker of scary movies comes to visit the Grady house. She invites Dervish, Grubbs and Bill-E to help her at the set of her new movie about demons. They accept, thinking this a great opportunity to get some change in their lives; only.. There's something not quite right with the demon dolls...

So if anyone's read or heard about these books: Wanna discuss? If you haven't read 'em: Go buy 'em NOW! Cos even if they're "Children's books" they're worth reading!

Lord Loss, Demon Thief, Slawter, Bec, Blood Beast, Demon Apocalypse, Death's Shadow & Wolf Island

Hitman
03-07-2007, 21:58:19
Honey , You're scaring me :nailbite:

SimplyCrazy
03-07-2007, 22:41:55
They're great books, honestly :D Scary, but great :wink:

Gamershood rock
03-09-2007, 09:12:31
I Luv Theses Books Ive Read All Of Dem I Had Noooo Idea U Liked Them My Favs Is Slawter!!!!

SimplyCrazy
03-09-2007, 19:51:19
So do I! Really nice to get to someone else who likes 'em too :D Personally I love Bec, but Slawter's great, no doubt :)

Ehr, embarassed to ask, but are you a Shanster?!

Gamershood rock
03-16-2007, 19:00:40
yes i am a shanster ive read ALL of his books even the vampire 1s

Hitman
03-17-2007, 18:46:57
Hey you two? Are you talking Lilliputtish :? What is a Shanster?

SimplyCrazy
03-18-2007, 00:23:57
A Shan-fan :wink: Go away, you non-believer! (j/k)

@GHRock: Cool :) I haven't read the vampire ones yet, but I think I will when I'm done with demons :D I'm so glad I found these books :) Darren is so great!

Gamershood rock
03-18-2007, 19:54:47
yea he is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo o cool

SimplyCrazy
03-18-2007, 22:01:28
I can't wait till june! Blood beast :D I can't believe he's keeping us on a cliffhager, though :o And the 6th book doesn't come out till october :( That'll be hard...

Gamershood rock
03-19-2007, 17:56:12
i know i wanna know what happens to kernel and bernabus i do, i mean grubbs is good but there putting him in too much

SimplyCrazy
03-20-2007, 00:04:12
Yeh... I wish Bec hadn't died aswell... She was about the only female character I liked *xD*

Gamershood rock
03-24-2007, 20:28:10
lol yea

SimplyCrazy
09-28-2007, 21:50:48
The 5th book - Blood Beast came out in june, haven't read it yet, but I can't wait! :D The next book still has no title, I think, but is coming out real soon!:wink::)

juniswan
11-03-2007, 07:25:37
has anyone here read blood beast? *spoiler* Juni and lord loss! o_o

I really want to talk about juni's treachory:scared-couch:

midnight
11-21-2007, 00:57:10
OMG! The next books are out, FINALLY!! THANK YOU!!! I need to get the rest of this series!! It is my favorite. (Aside from the Warriors series...)

juniswan
11-22-2007, 08:42:00
Ohmygod *becisbackbecisback love it!

dalex411
11-26-2007, 19:32:37
I have Read akk 6 of the demonata, i also reccomend the CHERUB series ansd the Artemis Fowl series, thx

juniswan
11-30-2007, 05:16:27
Did you people hear me bec is back!

SimplyCrazy
12-04-2007, 02:22:03
Did you people hear me bec is back!


Say w00t?! :o I LOVE DARREN SHAN! :D:D

I have to wait reading no. 5 and 6 till Christmas...

juniswan
12-12-2007, 09:07:55
I knowwww read blood beast..................I think the screaming thing is our girl with a geis

Gamershood rock
12-22-2007, 12:45:06
for all you shansters out there its SHANTA CLAUS.......

DARREN SHAN IS PROUD TO PRESENT, THIS CHRISTMAS, FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT, THE ONE AND ONLY SHANTA CLAUS IN A STIRRING GHOULTIDE TALE ...

"MERRY BLOODY CHRISTMAS!!!"

[this seasonal, light-hearted, not-to-be-taken-too-seriously story is set during and after the events described in "Tunnels Of Blood"]

"Move your backside, you hairy slacker!" Mrs Claus snapped, giving her husband a sharp dig in the ribs. "It's Christmas Eve!"

"Already?" Shanta groaned. "It barely seems like five minutes since I laid my head down." It was Shanta's custom, once he finished delivering toys to all the girls and boys of the world each Christmas, to hit the sack and stay in bed until the next December 24th rolled round. He had a plasma TV in the right-hand corner of his gigantic bed -- on which he could monitor the behaviour of every child, as well as pick up re-runs of Buffy The Vampire Slayer -- and an in-built toilet in the left. As far as Shanta was concerned, those were all the mod cons anyone needed. If you had them installed in your bed, why bother leaving it?!?

"Get a move on, tubby!" Mrs Claus growled, poking him again with a thick finger. "The elves have finished packing all the toys. The reindeer are fed and ready for action -- it's foggy out, so Rudolph's leading again this year. The clock's ticking, so get your huge, hairy, pimply ..."

"OK!" Shanta barked before she finished the insult. He swung his legs out (he didn't take his boots or suit off in bed) and yawned. "Couldn't you do it this year?" he asked, more in vain hope than any real expectation.

"I will if you're too tired, darling," Mrs Claus cooed sweetly, causing her bearded better half to blink with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. "Of course," she said, her voice hardening, "you'll have to handle the cooking and cleaning chores for the next twelve months -- those elves don't feed themselves -- and you'll also have to shovel the snow off the front porch every morning ..."

"Bloody elves!" Shanta grumbled. "Bloody North Pole! Bloody Christmas!" He paused, sniffed the air -- there was a strong, unpleasant stench -- then had a quick look under the covers, at the corner where the toilet was situated. "Bloody cowboy plumbers!!!"

* * * * *

Shanta felt better once he was off the ground, flying high above the earth in his sleigh, the wind gusting through his thick white hair and beard (though it wasn't much fun when one of the reindeer broke wind of its own!). He moaned about Christmas a lot, but he loved it really. The joy of giving presents, the wonder of seeing innocent children's faces as they slumbered, the countless free glasses of whiskey and slices of cake -- a truly special time!

After a few warm-up circuits of the globe, he got down to the job of delivering the presents, which bulged out of a sack at the rear of the sleigh. (It was a magical sack, far bigger on the inside than on the outside. He got the idea watching an episode of Doctor Who). A computer screen was attached to the dashboard, on which his famous list was displayed. That was Mrs Claus' idea, and though Shanta had resisted to begin with, he was glad of it now. He could surf the internet as he worked. He'd never imagined there were so many Sarah Michelle Gellar fan sites!!!

The list was arranged regionally and alphabetically. There was a smiley face icon beside the names of good boys and girls, which he clicked on to find out what toys they'd asked for, and a dark cloud icon beside the names of those who'd been bad. The bold children got no toys -- instead, when he landed on their roof, Shanta sent a reindeer down the chimney, and the animal left soft, moist droppings all over the sleeping brat.

Time wasn't the same for Shanta as it was for humans -- for every second which passed in the real world, he experienced ten minutes. So a minute of human time equalled ten hours Shanta time, and an hour of human time was six hundred hours (the same as twenty-five days) in Shanta's realm. This was how he was able to cover the entire world in the space of one night. There was no truth to the rumour that Shanta was able to move at the speed of light -- in fact, he and the reindeer rarely went faster than thirty miles an hour.

* * * * *

After a couple of billion homes -- and several million glasses of whiskey -- a rather unsteady Shanta landed on the roof of a house and paused nervously, studying his computer screen. The boy who lived here was called Steve Leonard, but most people knew him as Steve Leopard. Although he was by no stretch of the imagination a nice, pleasant child, he hadn't broken any rules this year, and so was due a present. Shanta would rather have flown on without stopping, but the law was the law. So, with a heavy sigh, he took the requested present out of his sack and slid down the chimney.

"About time," someone said as Shanta wriggled out of the fire grate.

Shanta whirled around defensively, then relaxed when he saw Steve Leopard sitting in a chair, face as grim as ever. "You're not supposed to see me!" Shanta complained. "Why aren't you in bed asleep?"

"I sleep during the day," Steve said. "You know that, otherwise you'd have waited another few hours until I'd dropped off."

Shanta sighed glumly. That was one of the rules -- he had to deliver during the darkness, not by day, so if people stayed up all night, there was a good chance they'd spot him. "Do you want your present now, or will I stick it under the tree?" Shanta asked grumpily. He hated being seen. It fed the rumours that he was real. Shanta's greatest wish was that all the children of the world would stop believing in him. Then he could retire and spend ALL his time watching a mini-skirted Buffy kicking vile vampiric butt.

"Give it to me now," Steve said, rising. He smiled when Shanta passed over the package, but it was a nasty smile, and Shanta shivered when he saw it. Without any hesitation, Steve ripped open the parcel and held up the items within -- a book entitled Vampires, And How To Hunt Them -- The 17th Edition, a small but heavy hammer, and a set of six steel-tipped stakes. "Exxxxxxcellent!" Steve purred, laying the book on the shelf over his chair (knocking the 16th edition out of the way), then slowly stroking the tips of the sharp stakes.

"Careful," Shanta warned him. "You could cut yourself."

"Not me," Steve replied in a low, creepy voice. "I've got nothing to fear from stakes -- though I know a pair who do ..."

Shanta cleared his throat uneasily. "I suppose I'd best be off then. Um. Would you like a nice computer game or CD next year, instead of --"

"No!" Steve cut in. "I want the 18th edition of the hunter's guide, a new hammer and more stakes. Lots of stakes!"

"Very well," Shanta shrugged. "Though it all seems rather morbid to me ..."

He slipped back up the chimney, leaving the cold, scary boy alone in the room with his guide, hammer, stakes ... and dark, dreadful dreams of warped revenge.

* * * * *

Gamershood rock
12-22-2007, 12:47:12
* * * * *

From Steve Leonard's, it was a short hop and a skip to the homes of Tommy Jones and Alan Morris. They used to be close friends with Steve once, but they didn't see much of him these days. Shanta was glad of that -- he had the feeling that young master Leopard might be a bad influence on anyone foolish enough to hang out with him.

Tommy had asked for the usual -- football gloves, a ball, a tracksuit, and the latest football game for his computer -- but Alan had put in an odd request. Normally he wanted toys, CDs, games and so on. But this year he'd asked for a science kit. Shanta had always thought the Morris boy was a bit of a simpleton, so he was surprised but pleased to see this new interest in matters scientific. Maybe there was hope for the youngster yet!

As Shanta was fetching the kit out of his bag, he noticed something strange. There was a magazine attached to it by a bit of tape. It was a science journal, full of terms that made Shanta's head spin. Flicking through the journal, Shanta came to a page that had been turned down. Reading the first paragraph, he realised it was an article about cloning.

"What a curious thing to ask for," he muttered. He thought about heading back to his sleigh to double-check his list -- Shanta hated it when he made a mistake -- but as he was considering that, a voice slithered through his head like a snake.

"Just leave the magazine where it is, you bulbous, stupid clown," the voice hissed. Shanta blinked, rooted to the spot by shock.

"I kn-know that vuh-vuh-vuh-voice," Shanta stuttered. "But from where ...?"

"You left a watch for me once, many years ago," the voice chuckled. "It was heart-shaped."

Shanta's eyes widened and he reached for the journal, intent on ripping it to shreds, certain that no present from this particular meddler could bring any good into young Alan's life. But as his fingers closed on the glossy paper, the voice in his head breathed softly, eliminating all thoughts of the conversation, along with Shanta's fears and doubts.

Shanta stood there a moment longer, trying to remember what had seemed so important to him a few seconds ago. When nothing came to mind, he shrugged, smoothed down the pages of the science journal, then slipped back up the chimney. As he took up the reins again, he shivered involuntarily, as if someone had just walked across his grave. Someone in large, yellow wellington boots ...

* * * * *

Next on Shanta's route was the Shan household, where young Annie Shan was tucked up in bed, snoring like a bear. Shanta smiled sadly as he gazed down upon Annie and the doll she was sleeping with -- a dark-haired, brown-eyed doll, who looked like her "lost" brother Darren. (Annie and her parents believed Darren was dead, though Shanta knew better.)

"I wish I could tell you the truth," Shanta sighed, resting his palm against the poor girl's warm cheek. "But I'm not allowed to interfere in matters such as this." Sighing again, he left her present -- another doll, and this one looked even more like the brother she loved and missed -- in the sock at the foot of her bed, then turned to leave.

Out of the corner of an eye, he spotted movement near the curtains, paused, then stooped and snatched up a large, harmless spider. "You'll have to come with me, little lady," Shanta said, pocketing the spider until they got outside, where he planned to release it. "Annie's not fond of spiders -- she'd squish you flat and scream for an hour if she woke up and saw you. It's all to do with her brother ..."

* * * * *

Shanta had to pay a call to another gloomy household a couple of hours later -- where the Grest children lived. It used to be a happy, vibrant home, until one of the kids (bright, loquacious Sam) ran foul of a rampaging Wolf Man not so long ago. The family was starting to pull itself back together, but it wasn't easy.

The previous Christmas, the children had asked for the usual mix of toys, dolls and games -- which Shanta duly delivered -- but this year they'd clubbed together and asked for one big present between them. It was the sort of crazy request Shanta normally ignored, but because he felt sorry for the family, he decided to make an exception.

"Come on," he said, reaching into his sack. "Out with you." He produced a small, furry, confused animal, one of the North Pole's natural inhabitants -- a polar bear cub. The Grest children had loads of pets -- dogs, cats, goldfish, a goat and more -- but they'd always wished for something extra special, something they couldn't find anywhere else.

Shanta's elves had spent many months working undercover among polar bears, picking the right cub -- they wanted one which wouldn't grow too large, or develop a mean temper -- and finally they'd located an orphan which fit the bill perfectly. "Be good," Shanta whispered, laying the bear down by the tree in the living room. "Don't make a mess on the carpet." The bear looked up at the red-cloaked, bearded man, and whined happily.

"Oh!" Shanta said, stopping. "I almost forgot ..." Returning to the bear, he stuck a small badge on its chest. In the center of the badge, in large red letters, were the words which Shanta hoped would bring a long-lasting smile to the Grest children's faces. "Take good care of the cub. His name is SAM."

Gamershood rock
12-22-2007, 12:48:36
As Shanta was flying to his next stop some hours later, a window of pale blue light suddenly appeared in the air ahead of him. He spotted the danger and tried to steer the reindeer around it, but it was too late. Rudolph hit the window of light and vanished, dragging the rest of the reindeer, the sleigh and Shanta through to a universe of demonic horrors.

Shanta found himself high above a castle made of cobwebs. Outside, in a large throne woven from webs, the master of the realm waited with two of his familiars. Shanta would have gladly reversed back through the window, but he was powerless here. If he angered the master, it would bode badly for Shanta and his team.

He set down on the ground -- which was made up of lots of strands of webs -- close to the throne. The demon master rose imperiously and hovered in the air. He had pale red skin, dark red eyes, eight arms, no legs, and a hole where his heart should be. The hole was filled with dozens of tiny, writhing, hissing snakes.

"I am Lord Loss," the demon said.

"I know," Shanta replied.

Lord Loss frowned. "How?"

"I brought you small animals to torture when you were a baby," Shanta reminded him.

"Ah. That was you. I always wondered." Lord Loss's features darkened. "They were not real animals. They were only very clever toys."

"Of course," Shanta said. "Only a monster would let a demon kill real animals. You should be thankful I gave you anything at all. Most demons get nothing -- which is what they deserve."

"Why did you make an exception in my case?" Lord Loss asked.

"You're rather an exceptional demon," Shanta grinned, then reached into his sack and withdrew two presents.

"Here," Shanta said to a green-skinned, baby-shaped demon with fire instead of eyes and two small mouths in the palms of its hands. The demon known as Artery ripped the parcel open. Inside was a nappy. Artery gurgled happily and quickly put it on, then let rip with a shockingly loud fart. Fire burst from his bottom and burnt through the nappy, but it quickly reformed around his fiery cheeks. "That's good for at least a hundred blasts," Shanta assured him.

"And for you," Shanta said, handing the other package to a dog-shaped demon with a crocodile's head and a woman's hands. She was called Vein. She tore the gift open with her fangs to reveal a heavy-duty brush for her fur, some waxy gel to keep her snout gleaming, and fingernail polish. Vein barked happily, then sat on her haunches and stared at the presents, trying to decide which she should test first.

"Very clever," Lord Loss said. "But you will not placate me so easily."

"Don't be too sure of that," Shanta grinned, then produced a large, colourful, mutli-faced object. He tossed it to Lord Loss. The demon master caught the gift and studied it dubiously.

"What is it?" Lord Loss asked.

"A specially designed Rubiks Cube," Shanta said proudly. "The only one ever built for a creature with eight arms. It will distract you for many hours. You might even find it more fun than a game of chess."

"I doubt that," Lord Loss sniffed. "But I look forward to testing it."

"Well, merry Christmas," Shanta said and mounted his sleigh again.

"Where do you think you're going?" Lord Loss said quietly.

"I still have lots of toys to deliver," Shanta said. "Millions of boys and girls are waiting for me."

"Yes," Lord Loss sneered. "How sad they would be if you failed to visit them. I love misery. The thought of millions of wailing, disappointed children appeals to me immensely."

"There'll be trouble if you try to keep me," Shanta said, trying not to show how scared he was.

"Who could trouble me here?" Lord Loss smirked.

Shanta was going to say Mrs Claus, but he realised how stupid that would sound. Instead he decided to try another approach. "If you stop me from leaving, I can never return, and that will mean no more surprise presents for you."

"Do I look like I care about presents?" Lord Loss laughed.

"You should," Shanta said slyly. "I have the most fabulous chess sets in the world tucked away in a corner of my home in the North Pole."

"Chess sets?" Lord Loss barked. "I have loads already."

"But none as exquisite as mine," Shanta insisted. "I have the most beautiful, remarkable, outstanding sets ever created. I've been keeping them back for a special occasion ... for a special child ..."

Lord Loss scowled. "How do I know you will return?"

"I give you my word," Shanta said. "I will come back every year and bring a new, amazing set each time. But only ..." He was going to say, "only if you're good." But that would be a pointless thing to say to a demon, so he stopped.

Lord Loss thought about it for a minute, then pulled a face. "Very well. You may leave. But if the chess sets are not as awe-inspiring as you claim, you will be doing lots of shouting and crying this time next year!"

Shanta gulped, smiled weakly, then shot from the ground and through the window faster than he'd ever flown in his life. There was nothing like a threat from demon master to add a little speed to your sleigh!

* * * * *

Shanta soon recovered from his fright once he was back in his own universe, and he continued about his rounds as if there had been no interruption. Countries and houses fell behind him like dominoes, and he drank a virtual lake of alcohol. Shanta didn't get drunk -- he could drain all the whiskey in the world and still remain sober -- though he became quite merry and started singing to the reindeer (rude versions of traditional Christmas songs, such as "Hark the Herald Angels Smell" and "Away in a Pigsty"), as he did most years. Those closest to the sleigh groaned, though Rudolph -- way out in front, where he could barely hear the songs -- smiled and concentrated on steering them safely through the fog, guided by his glowing red nose.

Late in the night, with most of the world covered, Shanta came to a halt in a forest. The reindeer were hungry and needed to be fed. Passing out feeding-bags from his magical sack, he left them munching and went for a short stroll to stretch his chubby legs and water a few bushes. As he was turning to come back, he heard moaning sounds to his right. Curious, he tiptoed across to investigate, and discovered a large, bulky, bearded man sleeping rough under a bush (luckily it was one of the 'unwatered' bushes), shivering from the cold.

While Shanta studied the man's face, trying to put a name to it, the man squeezed himself tightly and whimpered in his sleep, "My hands! My hands!"

Shanta recognised the voice and knew now who this was. Though he couldn't recall the man's real name, as a kid he'd been called Reggie Veggie.

"The poor guy looks like he's had a tough time," Shanta muttered (he never bothered to keep tabs on children once they grew up and stopped believing in him). "And he used to be such a nice child. Very polite and concerned for the environment."

"My hands! My hands!" Reggie Veggie (RV, as he preferred to be called) moaned again.

Shanta couldn't see RV's hands -- he had his arms tucked inside his coat -- but he guessed they must be blue from the cold. "I know," he beamed. "I'll leave a little present -- something to cheer him up when he wakes."

Hurrying back to his sleigh, Shanta returned with a thick pair of gloves, which he laid in the snow by the sleeping man's head. He smiled as he stepped away, pleased to have performed a good deed. As he left the snoozing RV, he chuckled warmly and said, "I wish I could be here in the morning to see his face when he spots the gloves ..."

* * * * *

Next stop, the Cirque Du Freak. Many of the performers and crew didn't celebrate Christmas -- their lives were full of wonder and magic every night of the year -- but some of the children had sent letters to Shanta. He parked his sleigh next to a large tent, grabbed several bags full of toys and books, and hurried around the vans, dropping off the presents. He ran into Mr Tall and Rhamus Twobellies outside one of the vans, and stopped to chat. Mr Tall was an old friend of his, but this was the first time he'd been introduced to Rhamus, and the large man was understandably curious and asked lots of questions about Shanta's job and powers. The pair had much in common, not least a love of mince pies and whiskey!

Eventually, after a few drinks and some of the tastiest fish kebabs he'd ever eaten (prepared by Truska, the bearded lady), Shanta said his goodbyes and returned to his sleigh. Hopping onto his padded seat, he took hold of the reins and called out to Rudolph, "Come on then, Rudy, let's ..."

He stopped.

The reindeer with the red nose was nowhere to be seen. "Rudolph?" Shanta shouted. "Where are you? Stop messing around! We have to ..."

He came to a sickening halt. In a tent behind the sleigh, he could hear loud, ripping, munching sounds. With a terrified premonition, Shanta lifted the flap of the tent and peered inside. Several small, grey-skinned, green-eyed people in blue robes and hoods stood within, gathered in a circle. In the centre of the circle were the tattered remains of a reindeer who'd been torn to blood-drenched pieces. As Shanta watched, aghast, one of the Little People -- this particular specimen walked with a pronounced limp -- picked up a huge red nose from among the scraps and popped it into his wide, sharp-toothed mouth.

"Oh no!" Shanta groaned, letting the flap fall back into place. "Not again!!!"

* * * * *

Gamershood rock
12-22-2007, 12:50:18
Shanta was in a foul mood the rest of the night. What worried him even more than losing Rudolph was the reception he could expect back home when Mrs Claus found out. The Little People had eaten several of Shanta's reindeer over the years, and his wife always kicked him around the bed for a month when he came home without one of the magical flying creatures. He considered lying to her -- he could say Rudolph had been hit by a low-flying plane -- but she'd see through him and make life even more unbearable. Best to come clean, take his punishment like a man, and send the elves out to search for another red-nosed reindeer to take Rudy's place next year.

The fat man in the sleigh worked slowly after losing Rudolph -- dragging the night out as long as he could, in no rush to face the wrathful Mrs Claus -- and dawn was only minutes away (as humans measured time) when he delivered his second-to-last load of the night, to the beautiful Debbie Hemlock, who had made a peculiar request this year. Apart from her usual gifts, she'd asked for a pirate's hat and sword.

Shanta knew the pirate gear wasn't for Debbie, that she meant to give the hat and sword to somebody else. He also knew she wouldn't be seeing that friend in the morning -- or ever again, probably. He thought about taking the hat and sword with him, to pass on to the intended party, but in the end he decided to leave them, so that Debbie would have some small memento of the boy who meant so much to her.

He stuck the felt hat and curved plastic sword on top of the other presents, under the tree in her bedroom (not as neatly decorated as it normally was, he noted critically), and left, in a hurry to beat the dawn and make his final visit of the long, tiring Eve.

* * * * *

He found the trio in a hotel a few miles beyond the city where Debbie Hemlock lived. They'd booked into two separate rooms, but were gathered together in the larger room when Shanta arrived. The snake-boy was sitting on the bed, while the vampire attended to a large, nasty wound on his scaly right arm and shoulder. The half-vampire was watching.

"I still say you shouldn't have involved them," Evra muttered, wincing as the vampire rubbed spit into the cut where some of his scales had been hacked off. "If the plan hadn't worked ..."

"It was a risk," Darren agreed, "but there was no other way to get you back alive. If we hadn't --"

"Quiet!" Mr Crepsley snapped, head jerking towards the window, where Shanta was eavesdropping. "I heard a noise."

"Nobody knows we're here!" Darren gasped, jumping to his feet, fear in his eyes. "Do they?"

"It's OK," Shanta said, slipping through a tiny crack at the side of the window, materialising in front of them. "It's only me."

"Oh," Mr Crepsley said, relaxing. "I have not seen you in quite some time -- fifty years or more, I think. How have you been?"

"Not too bad," Shanta smiled.

"Is that ...?" Evra asked, his reptilian eyes widening.

"Must be," Darren said. "It couldn't be anyone else." He looked up at the smiling man in the red suit (Shanta's clothes were the same colour as Mr Crepsley's, but there the similarity ended). "But what are you doing here?" Darren asked.

"Delivering presents," Shanta grinned. "I know you didn't ask for anything, but after all the trouble you three have been through recently, I figured you deserved a treat. Here ..." He handed Evra a tube of green ointment. "Rub that into your wound. It will take the worst of the pain away, and help you heal quicker."

"Great!" Evra said, taking the top off the tube and applying the ointment immediately.

"For you, Larten," Shanta said, passing a tube of sun-tan lotion to the bemused vampire.

"I hardly think I will have much use for this," Mr Crepsley noted drily.

"It might come in handy if you ever get caught in the sun," Shanta disagreed. "Hold onto it. There's no telling what the future might hold. You will need it in book 9!"

"What do you mean?" Mr Crepsley frowned.

"Never mind," Shanta grinned. "It's an in-joke."

Shanta turned to face Darren and his smile softened. "You've been through a hard few years, eh, master Shan?"

"I've known easier times," Darren admitted sadly.

"There's not much I can do for you," Shanta said, "but this might bring some joy into your life, at least for a while." He gave Darren a DVD in an unmarked case.

"Thanks," Darren said, examining the disc. "But I don't have a DVD player."

"That's easily fixed," Shanta laughed, and produced a multi-region player and scart lead. "Hook it up to the TV, and off you go."

"What's on it?" Darren asked.

"You'll find out," Shanta winked, and without any farewells, he slipped away again and headed back for the North Pole, his beloved bed, a year of rest, Buffy re-runs ... and the cutting tongue of the indomitable Mrs Claus.

* * * * *

"Stick it in," Evra urged Darren once the DVD player had been hooked up to the small hotel TV.

"Any idea what it is?" Darren asked Mr Crepsley.

"No," Mr Crepsley said, "but knowing Kris Kringle as I do, I imagine it is something whimsical."

It took Darren several seconds to load the disc into the machine and hit the PLAY button. When he did, a face burst into life on the TV screen and yelled, "Merry Christmas!" Darren recognised the face instantly -- it was his own.

"What the ...?" he began, then froze as the camera spun from his own face to three others which were just as familiar -- his Dad, Mum and younger sister Annie. "Merry Christmas!" they all roared, toasting the camera with full glasses of wine.

"What is it?" Evra asked, as the people on the TV sung songs, cracked jokes and played games with each other.

"The last Christmas I spent at home," Darren said hollowly, eyes glued to the screen. "Uncle Derek stayed with us that year and filmed us. I never saw the DVD afterwards -- he was supposed to send us a copy, but Uncle Derek was never the most reliable sort ..."

The three of them watched the TV for a long while, as a younger, fresher, innocent Darren enjoyed a simple Christmas with his parents, sister, uncle and other family members. As the people on screen began opening their Christmas presents, the older, rougher, more worldly Darren's eyes welled up with tears.

Mr Crepsley tapped Evra's uninjured shoulder and nodded towards the door. "I think Darren would rather watch the rest by himself," he said quietly, and the pair retired to the other bedroom as silently as they could, to sleep for the day.

Darren didn't notice his friends leaving. He was lost in the world of the DVD and memories of more carefree days. He watched the disc to the very end, then immediately returned to the start. "Cheers, Shanta," he said softly, as the faces of those he loved panned into view again. He was crying, but they were warm, happy tears. "This is the best present ever." And then, settling back, keeping his finger close to the remote control, he spent the day re-living that simple, joyous, happy Christmas past.



MERRY CHRISTMAS, SHANSTERS. I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A GREAT NEW YEAR AND A SHANTASTIC TIME IN 2008!!!

DARREN.

juniswan
01-13-2008, 12:04:07
Hello every1 I FINISHED DEMON APOCALYPSE!!!!!!!!
I loved it.......it took me about 4 days to read and was very fast paced so for all you shansters out there!
Better get it now before it's all sold out

SimplyCrazy
01-20-2008, 01:10:21
I've ordered it from amazon! They don't sell the english version in Norway *curses* can'twaitcan'twaitcan'twait!

juniswan
01-22-2008, 08:00:08
YAY its so sad........the thought of any shanster being without his latest demonata book!
Have luv 4 all ya'll shaNsters!!!!!!
juniswan

I should soooo put that imn my signiture

juniswan
01-22-2008, 08:02:56
I should soooo put that imn my signiture

SimplyCrazy
01-25-2008, 18:53:12
Books in the mail today! :D Soooo happy! Started reading the second they came - on the treasure hunt now :) mmmm gotta go read some more!

juniswan
01-27-2008, 03:51:04
have fun!!!!!

SimplyCrazy
01-27-2008, 19:42:23
Thanks! Read out Demon Apocalype yesterday and already I can't wait for may! :D

Title and cover has been revealed for the 7th book!
Scary, inn'it?

juniswan
01-29-2008, 11:45:02
OMG!!!! Its so freaky! Not for nightime reading! I love it! Can u believ Juni is dead!( yes that IS where I got my name) And Bec IS Bill-E
IM so excited!

juniswan
01-29-2008, 12:04:28
The demonata by darren shan......A fantastic set so, if u dont have them go out and buy: Lord Loss, Demon Theif, Slawter, Bec, Blood Beast, Demon Apocalypse and coming in may ; Death's Shadow
GO NOW
or if u have, hi! i'm Erica, wanna talk?

SimplyCrazy
01-30-2008, 05:06:43
You forgot Demon Apocalypse ;)

I guess you must be pretty bummed 'bout your display name now... Hrmpf, I really liked Nadia!
I'm thrilled that Bec is back, though! Wanna hear more about her :D

juniswan
01-30-2008, 10:22:11
yea, i am totally bummed! I wanted a LIVE character, oh well, what can ya do?

Gamershood rock
03-22-2008, 12:07:58
Hey Guys sorry i havnt posted ive read all of 'em

Juni Swan is nadia...

juniswan
03-25-2008, 09:07:13
and now she's dead 2. cant wait till may!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gamershood rock
04-06-2008, 09:12:26
I reckon lord loss is gonna resurect her in some way

juniswan
04-22-2008, 09:46:03
OMG me too. its nearly may.......im just sitting at my computer reading back over demon apocalypse....

SimplyCrazy
04-22-2008, 19:53:48
You know, I bet Lord Loss was in luuuv with her ^^
Oh, you lucky duckies i probably have to wait till august or something before buying the book... Grmbl... :sad:

juniswan
05-01-2008, 05:49:33
I have to wait till may.

You have my sympathy

derek44
05-17-2008, 19:40:37
the demonata?
hmm i dont really like that series too much
it seems purposley over-thetop gorey
i myself like the CHERUB series