Behold the alternate cover. Gasp. Swoon. Wet yourself. Is it not brilliant? Is it not OMINOUS?
For more information, check out this guest blog I wrote for Waterstones here:
http://www.waterstones.com/blog/2014/07/skulduggery-pleasant-the-dying-of-the-light/#more-55456
(In other news, the Minions who have signed up for the Theatre of Shadows will be receiving an email on Saturday afternoon, around about 4 PM, detailing what the whole thing is about.
Here's a hint: it's AWESOME.
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«Oldest ‹Older 2601 – 2800 of 4580 Newer› Newest»@Viv: Hi Viv!
And uh, hi again. :P
Hi, Elleni!
:)
Sorry for distance, wifi being weird. Again. *sigh*
*yawns*
I should make a device to freeze time so I can get more sleep in less time.
Anyone here?
I think Viv, Elleni and I are here. :)
I guessed, but only because I clicked on Draco's profile . . . :P
(Usually people hide their profiles, so I was expecting to find anything, but I did and was like BINGO.)
Ah morning people! Or I suppose....afternoon Elleni?
Ha Chi fainted!
How are you El?
*pauses reading back the comments*
He made a statue?!
I...
*stares*
Wow...
He made a statue? Of what? And who's he?
*reads back*
@Fay he is Viv.
Ok, there are people on.
*reads*
Ohhhh.
*silentely (bad pun, sorry XD) fangirls*
(Random question - will anyone be on in about four hours?)
That's a very and surprising not over used pun.
(i'll be on in about six hours..)
**bad. Forgot to put the word bad in that sentance.
Probably not, Dragona. :)
Why do you ask?
And Viv zat I leaf!
@Silente: XD
I hate it when that happens...
(One and a half hour bus journeys tend to be quite boring. I get to leave early from college, so...)
@Elleni: when your brain leaves out words and you don't notice until you've posted the comment. :)
Sorry, I was reading the comments . . .
Only here for five minutes. Then SCHOOL. O_O
My brain doesn't often leave out words . . .
It just transposes like carzy. :)
(Star, lol.)
@Dragona: Eh. Not lol. :P
(Carzy. :D)
Yup. :)
#Dugglyn
Hello, I am here I just have to go do a thing for three minutes and then I will be back.
@Veronica: Okay. :)
What is it with the sudden inflation of names beginning with 'V' . . . ?
I love the letter V, though, so I'm not complaining. :)
:(
THE CLOCK IS BINGING.
*reluctantly leaves*
(I never knew that people were here at this time. We had the 7 o'clock club in the older gen but I didn't realise we had it now.)
(It was 7 before 8! :P)
I'm back
(I have to go. Bye!)
Bye.
Hello! Sorry for poofing, YouTube is distracting.
And bye, Dragona. :)
YouTube is distracting, you look ate the clock, meh, it's only 10, watch a couple of videos, look back at the clock, it's 12:40 and you're like, oh.
I know, right?
How are you Fay? I'm not sure that we've met but when I read the comments people call you Fay, can I call you Fay?
:D
Somebody called me Fay without me telling them!
I'm actually happy, and yep, it's fine. :)
Well I'm glad you're happy and it feels pointless to call you emerald when previously on this page, you've already said call people can call you Fay.
*nods wisely* *probably looks like a chicken*
I like chickens. I happen to eat them often, I'm actually having one for dinner tonight.
I like chickens too, actually. They're amusing. Especially the rubber ones...
So how's your little corner of the universe?
My little corner of the universe, well let's see. It's pretty nice, it's raining and it's nice because it's cold, overall pretty good. How is yours?
That's actually pretty funny, it was raining here just a while ago.
And hi, Elleni!
Hello Elleni, please excuse me sounding so simple, but what does, 'wbd' stand for? And how are you?
Wbd stands for will be distant.
Ahhhh, I see.
Wbd.
*pauses* *looks to the skies*
Universe, you are kidding me.
Is it raining again?
Nope, I like rain. :)
It's just that today, I casually mentioned things offhand, and those things happened to me.
Like, I was talking to my sister, and somehow chicken got mentioned in the conversation. So did the eating of it.
Guess what we had for lunch?
Chicken?
Yep.
Yay! I'm psychic.
@Elleni: Oh my gosh. I just realised...
*whispers*
Skulduggery has a pocket watch.
*nods* I have prepared you well, Veronica.
XD
Also, gotta poof D:
Bye, everyone! It was nice meeting you, Veronica...
Nice meeting you too Fay, have a nice day!
Guys,
it's soon.
The Art of Shadows is soon.
5 more hours....
And it'll be here.
I don't know what'it' exactly is,
But it is soon.
Soon...
Soon my precssssious.........
Uh.. hello?
-I turn around, staring at Dragona, my eyes shifting from indigo to a bright green-
Uh.. hi.
*tilts head* Your eyes are strange.
AND THE WORLD IS ENDING
-DUBSTEP MUSIC BASS DROP TYPE THING-
THIS
IS
THE
END
(Hey Snow! How are you?)
(I'm good. Don't ask me what that was. I have no idea. I have been youtubing way to much and that happened. You?)
(I'm fine, thanks. Just bored out of my mind waiting for a bus and then will continue to be bored considering the bus takes one and a half hours to get to where I live.)
(Fun fun fun. Have you tried playing I spy by yourself. You always win. Unless you outsmart yourself. In which case they win)
(I can't say I have. But I'll give it a go.)
(Glad I could be of assistance. Wbd msd)
(It seems it wasn't challenging enough so instead I decided to give myself a random combination of letters andand try and find something which begins with those letters.)
Dragona. What I do when I'm bored is I get out my fingers, and I look at them and say, "I have 10 fingers" and then I come up with some tragic, gruesome and disturbing way of losing a finger, then you put that finger down. You repeat this process 10 times before you say, "I have no fingers" And then you have to travel back around the world to find all your fingers, even those that may currently be disintegrated. Then you spend the next 20 minutes trying to think of where you left your fingers and when you can't remember you start again and come up with new ways to lose fingers.
((Welcome to Blogland, a place where we talk about playing I spy with yourself, finding things starting with cirtain letters and tragically loosing your fingers))
(That sounds incredibly violent. Violence will come later. For now I'm happy reading the ingredients in a McVities ginger nut slice.)
There was a squirrel earlier today throwing nuts at me from a tree. I just thought it was cute.
((I bought a huge jar of gherkins today. I had a craving. Half of the jar is gone. :3))
Naww thats really sweet.
(Sorry, I'm back, Dragona..)
-I smile at her comment-
It's hard to control them, sometimes.
Squirrels. We don't have them in Australia. Hmmm
(The other day I bought a packet of the caramelised biscuits you get in cafes and had them for my dinner.)
(
((Dragona is a guy))
Um....I'm new to this......am I supposed to dedicate this page to something?
((Or is his character female atm? Idek,))
(I am a guy, but my RP character is a female alien who wears a suit and helmet because without them she'd die from disease. I exist to confuse.)
(I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates
Not many people want me at their parties
Tryna find my place, some place, oh I, oh I, oh I
And I drink a little more than recommended
This world ain’t exactly what my heart expected
Tryna find my way someway, oh I, oh I, oh I
See, whoa, c’est la vie
Maybe something’s wrong with me
But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free
Yeah, whoa, c’est la vie
Maybe something’s wrong with me
But, hey, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free
If you ask the church then I am no believer
Spend Sundays asleep I'm just another dreamer
Still tryna find my home sweet home, oh I, oh I, oh I
And I guess I ain’t too good for money neither
I got two left feet, no, I'm no Jackson either
Just tryna find my way someway, oh I, oh I, oh I
See, whoa, c’est la vie
Maybe something’s wrong with me
But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free
Yeah, whoa, c’est la vie
And maybe something’s wrong with me
But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free
Just tryna find my home sweet home, sweet home, sweet home, sweet home,
I drink a little more than recommended
'Cause this ain’t exactly what my heart expected...))
((Yeah frost. Anything at all. Once I dedicated a page to a potato))
(Veronica, it is tradition to dedicate a page to something, yes.)
(I really love your twist on the Mass Effect beings, Dragona. Very creative.)
(I love that song, Rose. )
Ok in that case, I dedicate this page to curtains. This is because I feel as though they go unnoticed. I once had to go a whole week without curtains and I was constantly afraid of being perverted on. We should all be happy if we are lucky enough to have curtains, and therefore privacy.
(I can't tell you how much that song describes my life... It is my song. Even the film clip... It's so perfect...))
(Thank you. I just decide what the hell and just choose something at random. Before I was a Geth, before that I was a character from my Mass Effect fanfiction and now I'm a Quarian. I think Salarians would creep people out, Asari creep ME out, Krogan are too violent, so I might go for Turian next. Or Hanar.)
(It would be fantastic to use a wingsuit.)
(I really want a wingsuit. Preferably designed as a flying squirrel.)
-I look around me, seeing a lot more than most would-
So, uh.. I heard that people here had "magical powers".
I'd like to see an example.
(21st birthday. My friends said they'd buy me one.))
(Lucky.)
I'm sorry I have no magic. But... Blake Soul can appear from people's shadows. I know that much. I don't like his power at all.
You want an example? *A voice laughs from the shadows. A figure steps out, sweeping her hand in front of her. The trees buckle and the earth splits*
(Oh yeah! They brought be converses for my birthday. They're red. I'm getting them Friday.))
-I wave my hand, my shadow disappearing-
I don't have any magical powers, either.
But I was born with the ability to control one hundred percent of my cerebral capacity.
I love it, but..
Only when I can control it.
*frowns, but it doesn't matter because no one can see because of the helmet*
Why did you just kill some trees?
(Gotta love Converse.)
(Dragona, do you have an Omniblade?)
*She raises an eyebrow* Like the movie, with Scarlett Johansson. Lucy. *She steps closer and starts to circle Tyler, looking up and down* Interesting...
(Of course. An incendiary one.)
(That's where the idea came from, Rose. I am actually so fucking excited for that movie, I'm seeing it on Monday.)
(Nice, Dragona)
*Her eyes drift to Dragona* My apologies. I should have done it to an alien. *She sweeps her arm in front of herself, her fingers pointed at the alien*
(I want to see it, but I also have to do 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.6 other things...))
-My attention flickers to Slīvœrrsę, as I prepare for defense-
(Damn :( )
*draws shotgun, and activates a combat drone armed with a missile launcher*
Why would you do it to me? Bosh'tet.
-I walk up beside Dragona, scanning Slīvœrrsę-
-I instantly understand what a true name, given name and taken name is, all of Slīvœrrsę' abilities and history-
Interesting.
(It seems I have to go. Bye!)
*She laughs* Oh, pathetic. I can make your pellets and missile hit yourself before you can blink. It is not wise at all.
*She looks at Tyler and raises an eyebrow* What's so interesting?
Oh, nothing.
But I now know every detail or your life.
Ever.
(Bye, Dragona!)
*She raises an eyebrow* Oh really? What was my final pet's name?
-I think for a moment, and smile-
Jamesson.
*She pauses* Now that, is interesting. *She begins to circle, wiggling her fingers and the ground beneath his feet starting to move with her fingers*
-I stare at her, her fingers curling back, snapping before the ground completely crumbles-
*Her head tilts to the side an she taps a symbol on the underside of her wrist* You should have seen that one coming.
-I smile, as black roses grow beside me-
-I kneel down, picking one-
These can usually only be found in Turkey, on a certain mountain, in certain seasons.
But they're beautiful.
*She stands tall, looking from the roses and back to Tyler*
-I smile a gentle smile, my clothes changing into something more casual-
Is something wrong?
(Sorry. We just had war. I had to get my snow goggles and hit my brother with a postage cylinder))
*She only raises an eyebrow*
(All good. I have an older sister too..)
(This was everyone. With squirt bottles. In winter.))
-I look at my clothes, wearing red vans, black skinny jeans, a white shirt and a red hoodie-
-I blink, my eyes turning a dark shade of sunset orange-
(*sits in the corner, silently plotting the demise of my characters*)
-I remain standing, staring at Slīvœrrsę-
*Her eyes narrow as she watches his clothes shift* Matter manipulation. Perhaps using 100% of your brain is your power...
There's a lot more to it, plus an infinite amount that I have not discovered yet.
-I close my eyes, opening them, my body shifting into an apparition of Slīvœrrsę-
*Her eyes turn into a glare* Do you mind? *Her voice turns offended* I prefer there only being on version of me.
-I say exactly what Slīvœrrsę said, as she said it-
*Her hands curl into fists and she stalks up to Tyler* Get out of that copy.
-I laugh, shifting back to Tyler-
*She rolls her eyes and sends a quick punch into Tyler's nose*
-I heal my nose, and tap Slīvœrrsę' shoulder, rupturing it-
(I'll brb really quick, just doing the dishwasher)
*She sends another glare at him and taps her wrist, healing herself again*
(Okay.))
(Back)
-I laugh, walking away-
*She follows, curling her fingers into an upturned fist and earth rises in front of Tyler, blocking his path*
-I turn, looking at Slīvœrrsę-
What do you want?
*She frowns, seeming utterly confused at the question. Then she smiles and the wall of dirt falls atop him* Your death.
-I waver my hand, the dirt slowly rising, flying at Slīvœrrsę-
No thanks.
*She lifts her hand and the dirt hovers in the air. Her head tilts again and she forces the earth back at Tyler*
-I raise my hand, the dirt disintegrating-
*She glares again* Will you not die? Is there something wrong with death? Death is the second half of life.
-I swipe in front of me, sending a blast of energy towards Slīvœrrsę, as I begin to disintegrate the things around me, pure rage in my eyes-
Zanida: Tyler, relax. You're as bad as Thor.
((Msd...))
(Gimmie a sec...))
-I look at Zanida-
Bitch.
-I focus on Zanida, all her knowledge, history and abilities, becoming mine-
-I chuckle-
Not so interesting.
(The knowledge of your abilities, not the abilities themselves))
*She ducks under the energy and comes in low and close, sending elbows into his jaw*
-I try my best to ignore the pain, swinging my leg into her side, a samurai katana sword appearing in my hand-
((I'm Asgardian, keep in mind I'm really agile, and her ability is control over fire. -Zaf))
Zanida: What did I do wrong?
*She curses when the leg connects to her side. Her puts her hand on his hand, the one holding the katana. The gravitational pull on the weapon increases so much it's impossible to continue holding*
((Stupid permit form is confusing. It needs my vision, but signed by a health care person, and the one who does my physical is supposed to be the same...but I have a different eye doctor BLAH-Zaffy))
-I drop the katana, producing another one, lunging at Slīvœrrsę-
(That sucks Zaf...))
*She throws up another wall of dirt and flips backwards, laughing softly*
Zanida: *sends a stream of fire at Tyler* Lay off her, inside is still Death Rose. Have you lost all common sense, Midgardian? *her hands are shaking still*
-The fire rolls over me, and I turn to Zanida-
I know that.
-I drop the katana and it protrudes from the earth, as I walk away-
*With a roll of her eyes, she lowers the wall. She lifts the katana (because of all this boring gravity manipulation shit that I can't be bothered to write about) and sends it towards the back of Tyler's head*
Zanida: You're really a coward. I fought my brother before.
-I wave both my hands, stopping time-
-I run towards Slīvœrrsę, grabbing her and placing her in front of the sword, as I take what was her position-
-I snap my fingers, time residing-
-I don't bother to look at Zanida, just wave my hand at her, sending her into a tree-
(Haha, good move, Tyler.))
*The sword slices through her throat with ease, like a knife cutting through warm butter. Her eyes widen and she falls to the floor. She fumbles with the symbol on her wrist, her eyes already going dark. She falls to the floor in a pool of her own blood*
Zanida: *is unphased by the tree* Hate you.
-I walk over to Slīvœrrsę, pulling the sword out, reversing it's effects, grabbing her hand, pulling her to her feet-
-I stand there as Chord Waylett, smiling-
*She gasps and clutches her neck. She looks at Chord and slaps him as hard across his face as she can* Have I not told you that I killed Rose? She is dead inside my mind! She is not returning, no matter how much you want her!
-I rub my face, standing back-
A true name cannot overtake the personality of the original personality. Rose can come back.
Whether you're sealed or not, Rose can still tell you what to do.
*She smiles* It was a mutual thing, both with Judhipor and myself. We restrained her into the deepest part of my mind. We cannot hear her. She is no longer with us.
You can't make Rose disappear.
You're in her body, you are Rose.
Just the accumulation of her worst memories.
Think about her good memories.
*A quick roll of the eyes* Rose was in My body. I am not in hers. *A laugh* What good memories? Would hide them from herself, scared that they could be use against her.
-I wave my hand, Slīvœrrsę' mind being overflown with happiness-
Zanida: If I understand correctly, Rose is in there, buried, but inside. I do not understand the true name that well, as I do not have any need to, but it seems to be the case.
*She sinks to her knees, clutching her head* What are you? A hippy!? *A slight scream. Something moves in her mind* No... *Another scream. Much louder* GET OUT OF NY HEAD! *A wave of blue energy skerry puts from her chest and strikes Tyler, throwing him fifty-odd meters away*
-I get up, increasing my speed, walking towards Slīvœrrsę within a second-
Rose, come back.
NO! *She pulls her head down more, hissing quietly. She remembers the countless tortures, the pain of living, the pain. Pain. Pain. Hot. White. Across her body. Everywhere. Her screams rise in pitch and she falls to the ground, curling into a ball*
Let her back, Slīvœrrsę.
You don't belong here.
I BELONG HERE AS MICH AS YOU DO! *Another eruption of blue energy. Then another. And another. Pain. Joy. Horror. Happiness. The contrast was making her head whirl. She felt sick, such an unusual feeling... Her eyes couldn't focus* STOP IT! STOP IT!!
Rose, darling.
Come back.
Please.
No... *Her voice is strained. She claws around for something - digs her nails into the soft dirt* She's dead. She's dead. She's dead, dead, dead, dead!
She's not dead, Slīvœrrsę.
Not nearly.
Yes... She is... Hey! *Confusion crosses her face. The voice wasn't hers... She cups her hands over her mouth*
Rose.. please.
Come back, I need you.
*She stops and stands, brushing herself off* You stabbed me through the neck?! *She slaps him hard across the face* My neck?! I like my neck! I need it for breathing!
-I laugh, hugging her-
I'm sorry.
*She pushes him away roughly* I can't believe you stabbed me through the neck! *Her voice is horrified* My neck? Couldn't you have done the heart or something? Maybe a lung? No. It had to be the neck. *She turns her back to him, pouting angrily*
There's no scarring! You're fine!
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