A Lost Friend

But there could be no communication between us. Even if I’d had a tongue, Mr Crepsley wouldn’t have known who I was. On this night he hadn’t yet met the boy named Darren Shan. I was nobody to him.

So I stood where I was and watched. One final turn from the vampire who’d altered my life in so many ways. One last performance to savour, as he put Madam Octa through her paces and thrilled the crowd. I shivered when he first spoke – I’d forgotten how deep his voice was – then hung on his every word. The minutes passed slowly, but not slowly enough for me – I wanted it to last an age.

[This is from the 12th book from the Darren Shan Saga. It is Darren talking about when he see his dead mentor again [Mr Crepsley had died trying to save the Vampire clan from destruction and was very important to Darren.]. Darren has been sent back to try and save his child self from the life he led. This part really touched me.]

A Lost Friend

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