“Stephanie could see the greed seep into the watery eyes of her
father’s other brother, a horrible little man called Fergus, as he
nodded sadly and spoke sombrely and pocketed the silverware
when he thought no one was looking”

—  Derek Landy, Skulduggery Pleasant

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Irish children's writer 1974

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