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“He does this on purpose," Stephanie's mother said as they sat in the car, seat belts on and ready to go. They watched him appear at the front door, shrug into his jacket, tuck in his shirt, go to step out, and then pause. "He looks like he's about to sneeze," Stephanie remarked.”

Quote by Derek Landy

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Derek Landy
Derek Landy

Derek Landy (born October 23, 1974) is an Irish author and screenwriter, best known for his young adult fantasy series Skulduggery Pleasant. Since the first book was published in 2007, the series has sold millions of copies worldwide and been translated into numerous languages. Landy's works are characterized by humor, action, and supernatural elements, appealing to young readers. He was born in Dublin, Ireland, and initially worked as a screenwriter before transitioning to novel writing. In addition to the Skulduggery Pleasant series, he has created other works such as The Demon Road trilogy. Landy's writing style blends dark humor with adventurous plots, making him a significant figure in children's literature. more

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