Poor Aby and Cory and everyone over at the Skulduggery Facebook page. They've been hit with a barrage of questions about the Requiem Ball and they've been so great about it, but I finally felt sorry for them and decided to clear up a few things here.
Let's see now, what kind of questions have they had to deal with...?
"Why is the Requiem Ball in London? Derek's from Ireland. The books are set in Ireland. HELLO??"
This is absolutely true. However, in Ireland we have the Theatre of Shadows. In London we have the Requiem Ball. That's just the way it is.
"The Facebook page has a competition to send them a picture of the mask we'd wear to the Ball! Do we have to make it or just design it?"
Either. If you win tickets you'll need to be wearing a mask — one you make or one you buy, it doesn't matter — but for the competition you just have to design it yourself. And the mask can be as simple or as ornate as you like — as practical or as bizarre. It can cover your whole face or part of your face. You can buy a mask and alter it. It's up to you. You don't even have to be artistic — you just need to be passionate. The deadline is August 10th and there's only one entry per person.
"How many tickets do we get if we win?"
Everyone who wins gets two tickets — but those under the age of 18 can get an extra ticket for a parent/guardian.
"I can't make it to London for the Ball! But can I enter anyway, just for the Event Pack?"
Yup. There'll be lots of you in this particular boat — not only in Ireland and the UK but also all around the world — so don't be afraid to enter.
"It's not fair that all the events are always in Ireland and the UK."
Actually, it's pretty fair when you think about it. Harper Collins UK publish me in Ireland and the UK, so naturally they can only organise events for their own territories. They've been wonderful, actually, in doing their best to include as many people as possible. I hate leaving anyone out, I'd love every competition to be open to everyone and for every country to have cool stuff happening, but that's up to the many publishers who release my books across the world — and there are close to 40 of them.
"How many individual tickets are there?"
Approximately 120.
"Would we have to make our own way there?"
Yep!
"Is there any age limit?"
No upper age limit, but anyone under 18 would need a parent or guardian to accompany them.
There will be other opportunities to win tickets — the Facebook mask competition is merely the first — and it's a pretty cool one.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
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«Oldest ‹Older 4201 – 4243 of 4243Zanida: Alastair, I don't know him...
*Roland got up from the bed. He had started to cry himself but didn't let Rose know. This was the first time since he met her that she had rejected him.*
Roland: It may be a lie but I am willing to tell it to protect Ariana and keep Marrok.
I will leave the little ones with you for a while and will be back for them soon.
*He thought he could get away with crying without her knowing but a sob escaped him as he left the room, shutting the door behind him.*
SO I NEED AN EMAIL...I FINISHED THE BOOK-Zaf
*quietly facepalms, then points at his brain, indicating he want shim to read his thoughts*
[Stay very quiet. Also, I didn't want you to teleport us straight away. Yeah! Shut up, we have visitors, w- I must have an orderly mind. On my signal, we burst out. Remember to be gregarious and charismatic, it disarms them a little.]
*smiles, the darkness winding around her neck slightly*
Hm. Guess it isn't.
(It's good, isn't it Zaf?)
(Well, I think planning insinuates a plan, which there definately isn't. But we will, yes.)
Trip...omg that...wow. I just...its over. Like I started at 4pm my time I finished 6:13pm and had dinner...I'm finished like its...k-Zaf
Do you still view me as a friend Elleni?
*sort of sighs mentally* Would you like me to move us back where we were?
*She glanced up at Roland when she heard his sob. She got up, leaving the other two together on the bed and wrapped her arms tightly around Roland. She started to cry again into his chest*
I'm sorry... I'm sorry...
Zanida: Sigh.
Zafira: We're stuck with Alastair??
[Well that depends, do you want to go back? I'm quite comfortable in this unruly pile of clothes.]
I AM her. Just with all her morals and what not stripped away.
*Roland held her tightly, trying to calm down himself.*
Roland: You have nothing to apologise for my darling. If you want to be alone, that is your right. You are feeling sad.
You should get some rest. Or read to relax.
I could make some lunch and we could have it out on the balcony if you would like?
Rose?
I don't care. But would you be so kind as to tell me why we're here?
*She shook her head and pulled him to the bed. She lay down and mad sure he was beside her before she cuddled against him. Her lips found his while her hands started to play with his hair*
I'm sorry... Stay here... Please...
Yes it is. It was her at one point
*smiles*
Good times. But then she got the other stuff back..
()
Hey Loki!
(I might get a little distant...)
Hello, love.
[Take a look at Silente, what do you make of her?]
()
*She took Loki's hand in hers and smiled*
How are you?
*frowns at El and the darkness tightens, no longer playing with her hair*
El what are you doing?
Tired, I was training my sister.
*Roland sighed with relief as he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close and kissing her head.
He watched as Marrok walked around in a circle a few times before he settled down beside Ariana.*
Roland: Why were you sad darling? Did you think I would kill Marrok again?
()
Sounds like fun. Speaking of which, training I mean, can you train me...? I... I don't know my strength anymore. I'm a little weary...
*frowns, trusting in the power of plot armour*
*smiles at the sight of the gun*
My my. Elleni, a cold blooded killer. Who'd've guessed it.
*the darkness shifts restlessly*
Well, obviously, she's been off lately. Why should that interest me?
[Because of what's happened to her. Her affliction! It's not a remnant, it's never before seen! Doesn't it intrigue you? No, obviously. But still, what do you think if it?]
*laughs as the inky darkness flows over her own face as the trigger is pulled*
*it slowly floats a bit back*
Wrong.
It is intriguing, admittedly, though I doubted wether it was intriguing enough to warrant attention. *pauses* Shall we step in? *lets his eyes go black as she's shot, watching her name*
*taps the sigil that replenishes her air*
Try again.
we're goon use all the comments soon... where are we next?
(Sorry... Class...)
*She nodded into Roland's chest, stifling a sob*
I... Yes... I didn't want him to go again... Not after we lost him last time...
*smirks*
[not yet. Let's learn a few more of Silente's tricks first. It'll be useful in the long run.]
I suppose.
*sighs, looking very bored*
You realise I could get out quite easily?
Density reducing.
That's the whole point.
[Now.] *Steps from the cupboard, his arms as wide as his grin*
Well so am I, and my friend in the cupboard too. You've got nothing on us.
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