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“There is a place called reality. It is a place where people use doors instead of windows. Where, when you click, a sound is made, not a flame. Where a shadow is a think created by the sun, not a weapon. Where your reflection stays in the mirror, and where skeletons don't walk and talk. But you can escape this place. You just have to have one thing: Imagination”

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Skulduggery Pleasant

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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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