The voice says something crazy to me. I want to argue, roar at it. But, as scared and confused as I am, I can't disobey. I find my legs tensing. I know, with sick certainty, what's going to happen next. I open my mouth to scream, but before I can, a force makes me step forward -- after the monster, into the light. DISCLAIMER: This book isn't minnneeeeeee. Well, technically, it is. But I'm not the author of it, Darren Shan is. uwu

Summary :: That's when the demon bursts out of the manhole and grabs him. It happens in a blur, and is so fast, so violent, so shocking, that several people in the crowd cry out with alarm. The demon is green, slimy, with fierce yellow eyes, four long arms with claws at the ends, a mouth full of fangs. It whips Emmet off the ground. He screams, not having to fake it, caught off-guard. Stunned silence. "Now that's what I call a death scene!" David A. Haym roars triumphantly, shattering the spell of fear. "Cut! Did you get that? We'll never top that take!" DISCLAIMER: STORY IS NOT MINE. COPYRIGHT 2006 BY DARREN SHAN. Tell me if there are any typing errors, please. Otherwise, enjoy DARREN SHAN'S Book 3 of The Demonata - Slawter!

Banba never believed I could remember my birth. She said it was impossible, even for a powerful priestess or druid. She thought I was imagining it. But I wasn't. I remember it perfectly, like everything in my life. Coming into this world roughly, in the wilderness, my mother alone and exhausted. I experienced the world in bewildering fragments and flashes. But even in my newborn state of confusion I could sense my mother's desperation. Though I was too young to truly know terror, I felt it in my heart and trembled. Disclaimer: Ya'll know this isn't mine, but Darren Shan's. Please enjoy, and let me know of any typing errors! Thank you!