Dark Calling. Darren Shan

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      First published in hardback in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2009

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      DARK CALLING. Copyright © Darren Shan 2009. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.

      Darren Shan asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of the work.

      EBook Edition © February 2011 ISBN: 9780007435388

      Version: 2014-10-29

      For:

       Bas — you love it when I call!

      OBEs (Order of the Bloody Entrails) to:

       Sam “the snapper” White

       Rachel Wasdyke — demon mistress of New Orleans

       Tom Woodhead – in a word – Sligstatic!!!

      Hallowed hollerer:

       Stella Paskins

      Greek chorus:

       the Christopher Little choir

      Contents

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Turn Around, Bright Eyes

      A Word in your Ear

      Lying Low

      Death Watch

      Come…

      Tripping the Light Fantastic

      The Man from Atlantis

      Under the Sea

      Taking to the Skies

      Going Universal

      The Crux

      New Face, Old Story

      Picking up the Pieces

      World of the Dead

      The Reaper Unleashed

      NOAH MK II

      A Warning

      Welcome Home

      Restless Souls

      Shades of the Fallen

      The Carriage Held…

      Swan Song

      Casualties of War

      Other Books by Darren Shan

       About the Publisher

      TURN AROUND, BRIGHT EYES

      → A small, wiry, scorpion-shaped demon with a semi-human face drives its stinger into my right eye. My eyeball pops and gooey streaks flood down my cheek. In complete agony, I scream helplessly, but worse is to come. The demon spits into the empty socket. At first I think it’s just phlegm, but then dozens of tiny things start to wriggle in the space where my eye once swam. As I fill with confused horror, teeth or claws dig into the bone around my ruined eye. Whatever the mini-monsters are, they’re trying to tunnel through to my brain.

      Beranabus roars, “Kernel!” and tries to grab me, but I wheel away from him as insanity and pain claim me. I whip around, flailing, shrieking, wild. The demon strikes again and punctures my left eye. Darkness consumes me. I’m in hell.

      → A lifetime later, someone picks me up from where I’ve fallen and drags me forward. It might be Beranabus or Grubbs, or maybe it’s Lord Loss. I don’t know or care. All I can focus on is the blind, hellish pain.

      I pull away from the person or demon and run from the madness, but crash into something hard. I fall, moaning and screaming, but not crying — I no longer have eyes to weep with. The creatures which were spat into my eyes are munching on my brain now. I try to scrape them out with my fingers, but that just adds to the torment.

      Then magic sears through my ruined sockets. The things in my head burn and drop away. The pain lessens. I sigh blissfully and slump unconscious.

      → I dream of the end of the world. Everything comes apart and everyone perishes. The universe warps and twists upon itself. In my dream, I float as a spirit through panels of light. I don’t know how I see the lights without eyes, but I do. There are others — Grubbs, Beranabus, a girl. I slot the patches of light together and we sail from one window to another. Peaceful. No pain. I’m at ease. In my element. Master of the lights.

      Maybe this is heaven. Constructing and passing through an endless series of windows. An eternal, beautiful, cosmic light show. I’ll settle for that. Anything’s better than torture, blindness and micro-demons feasting on my brain.

      → Heaven doesn’t last. I wasn’t dreaming. The destruction was real. The lights fade and I find myself back on Earth. Blind as ever. Pain muted by magic, but hovering, waiting for its chance to kick back in. Turns out the creatures in my eyes were maggots.

      No time for panic or self-pity. Beranabus drops a bombshell — we’ve travelled through time. I’m part of a magical weapon, the Kah-Gash. Grubbs is another part. By linking with the third component, the ghost of a dead girl, we took our doomed world into the past to avert demonic conquest. Now we have to fight again or it will all have been for nothing.

      → In a cave. Blindly battling Spine, the scorpion demon. I have the horrible beast pinned to a stalagmite. I’m pounding him with my fists, over and over. Without warning he melts away and I’m left standing in a puddle of sticky blood, frowning sightlessly.

      I later learn that I’ve been cheated out of my revenge by a girl called Bec who’s returned to life after sixteen hundred years. She drives Lord Loss back СКАЧАТЬ