Paul Durham - The Luck Uglies

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Luck Uglies was a name whispered around the docks and darkest taverns, places where men played fast and loose with the law…Rye has grown up hearing the legend of the Luck Uglies – notorious deadly outlaws who once stalked the streets. Now they have faded to ghosts and rumours and Rye isn’t sure they ever existed. Then on the night of the Black Moon, strange cries are heard from the forest Beyond the Shale, and dark shapes glimpsed in the shadows. Together with a mysterious stranger known only as Harmless, Rye is about to discover that it may take a villain to save you from the monsters…Enter a thrilling world of secrets and adventure in this immersive fantasy from a phenomenal new writing talent.

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For Caterina and Charlotte, whose magic makes dreams come true. And for Wendy, who stayed in the ring.

CONTENTS

Cover

Title Page

Dedication For Caterina and Charlotte, whose magic makes dreams come true. And for Wendy, who stayed in the ring.

Map of Village Drowning

Prologue: A Word About Villains

1. THE GARGOYLE

2. THE WILLOW’S WARES

3. THE O’CHANTERS OF MUD PUDDLE LANE

4. SCUTTLEBUTT AND SECRET ROOMS

5. BLACK MOON RISING

6. THE WIRRY SCARE

7. THE DEAD FISH INN

8. CURIOUS BEASTS

9. WATCH WHAT YOU EAT

10. THE MAN IN MISER’S END

11. THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT

12. LONGCHANCE

13. UNMASKED

14. LEATHERLEAF

15. TROUBLE AFOOT

16. THE SPOKE

17. LAST ROOM AT THE DEAD FISH

18. GRIM GREEN

19. THE KEEP

20. A BLACKBIRD CALLS

21. COLD, DARK PLACES

22. A LADY’S LAST RESORT

23. HOUSE RULE NUMBER FIVE

24. A SHADY SITUATION

25. LUCK UGLIES

26. THE GLOAMING BEAST

27. THE LUCK BAG

Epilogue: What Tomorrow Brings Us

Tam’s Pocket Glossary of Drowning Mouth Speak

Copyright

About the Publisher

A WORD ABOUT VILLAINS … CONTENTS Cover Title Page Dedication For Caterina and Charlotte, whose magic makes dreams come true. And for Wendy, who stayed in the ring. Map of Village Drowning Prologue: A Word About Villains 1. THE GARGOYLE 2. THE WILLOW’S WARES 3. THE O’CHANTERS OF MUD PUDDLE LANE 4. SCUTTLEBUTT AND SECRET ROOMS 5. BLACK MOON RISING 6. THE WIRRY SCARE 7. THE DEAD FISH INN 8. CURIOUS BEASTS 9. WATCH WHAT YOU EAT 10. THE MAN IN MISER’S END 11. THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT 12. LONGCHANCE 13. UNMASKED 14. LEATHERLEAF 15. TROUBLE AFOOT 16. THE SPOKE 17. LAST ROOM AT THE DEAD FISH 18. GRIM GREEN 19. THE KEEP 20. A BLACKBIRD CALLS 21. COLD, DARK PLACES 22. A LADY’S LAST RESORT 23. HOUSE RULE NUMBER FIVE 24. A SHADY SITUATION 25. LUCK UGLIES 26. THE GLOAMING BEAST 27. THE LUCK BAG Epilogue: What Tomorrow Brings Us Tam’s Pocket Glossary of Drowning Mouth Speak Copyright About the Publisher

Mum said the fiends usually came after midnight. They’d flutter down silently from rooftops and slither unseen from the sewers under a Black Moon. Luck Uglies, she’d call them, then quickly look over her shoulder to make sure they weren’t listening. Father said the Luck Uglies weren’t monsters. Outlaws, criminals, villains, certainly, but they were men, just like us.

I still remember the night the Earl’s army marched through the village, forcing them north into the toothy shadows of the forest. Soldiers were sent to follow, but none ever returned. With time, the Luck Uglies faded into ghosts, then whispers. And finally, after many years, it was as if they had never existed at all.

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CONTENTS Cover Title Page Dedication For Caterina and Charlotte, whose magic makes dreams come true. And for Wendy, who stayed in the ring. Map of Village Drowning Prologue: A Word About Villains 1. THE GARGOYLE 2. THE WILLOW’S WARES 3. THE O’CHANTERS OF MUD PUDDLE LANE 4. SCUTTLEBUTT AND SECRET ROOMS 5. BLACK MOON RISING 6. THE WIRRY SCARE 7. THE DEAD FISH INN 8. CURIOUS BEASTS 9. WATCH WHAT YOU EAT 10. THE MAN IN MISER’S END 11. THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT 12. LONGCHANCE 13. UNMASKED 14. LEATHERLEAF 15. TROUBLE AFOOT 16. THE SPOKE 17. LAST ROOM AT THE DEAD FISH 18. GRIM GREEN 19. THE KEEP 20. A BLACKBIRD CALLS 21. COLD, DARK PLACES 22. A LADY’S LAST RESORT 23. HOUSE RULE NUMBER FIVE 24. A SHADY SITUATION 25. LUCK UGLIES 26. THE GLOAMING BEAST 27. THE LUCK BAG Epilogue: What Tomorrow Brings Us Tam’s Pocket Glossary of Drowning Mouth Speak Copyright About the Publisher

RYE AND HER two friends had never intended to steal the banned book from The Angry Poet – they’d just hoped to read it. In truth, it was nothing more than curiosity that had brought them to the strange little bookshop wedged between a grog shop and the coffin maker. But the shop’s owner overreacted so strongly that they fled without thinking, the illicit tome still clutched under Rye’s arm.

The accidental thieves tore back out on to Market Street, bouncing off villagers who shared the winding, cobblestone road with horse-drawn carts and pigs foraging in the sewers for scraps. The street was narrow and congested at the noon hour, its alleys clogged with foot traffic blocking their escape. The poet himself, hefty and determined, ploughed through everything in his path. With a quick nod as their unspoken signal, the children changed course. Their escape turned vertical as they scattered in different directions, each searching for footholds in the jagged bricks and mortar of the Market Street shops.

Rye had never been comfortable on the rooftops. They had scaled them once or twice before, but only as an avenue of last resort. She scrambled up the steeply pitched timbers, darting between the twisted chimneys, scowling gargoyles and leaking gutters of Village Drowning. Black smoke billowed up from the shops and markets, fogging her cloak with the smell of cured meat and birch bark. She didn’t pause to look back at her pursuer – she’d been chased enough times to know better than that. Clearing the ridge of a gable, her momentum plunged her down the other side, legs churning uncontrollably to keep up. She stopped hard at the edge of the thatch and shingle roof, peering down past the toes of her oversized boots to the unforgiving cobblestones far below.

In front of her was freedom. Quinn Quartermast had already made it across a narrow alleyway on to the neighbouring roof. He was all arms and legs, built perfectly for jumping.

Somewhere not far behind Rye was a poet with bad intentions, one who had proved to be a remarkably agile climber for someone of such large proportions.

“I don’t think I can do it, Quinn,” Rye said.

“Of course you can,” Quinn yelled and waved her on.

“No, really. I’m not very good at this sort of thing.”

Rye looked out at the village around her. Drowning was more of a sprawling town than a village, one built on a foundation of secrets, rules and lies, but mostly just mud. It straddled the edge of the brackish River Drowning, close enough to the sea for residents to smell the tide in the mornings and watch the brash gulls waddle into the butcher shop and fly off with a tail or a hoof. North of the river and the town’s walls were creeping bogs blanketed in salt mist, and beyond that was the vast, endless pine forest rumoured to harbour wolves, bandits and clouds of ugly luck. Villagers referred to it only as Beyond the Shale. Nobody respectable believed it to be full of enchanted beasts any more, but old rumours died hard, and there was still a general notion that the great forest teemed with both malice and riches for those brave or foolhardy enough to go looking.

Footsteps pounded the roof behind Rye. They belonged not to the angry poet, but to a small, cloaked and hooded figure that stormed right past her, arms pumping. It leaped into the air and landed with a thud and a barrel roll on the opposite roof next to Quinn. The figure popped to its feet and pulled off its hood to reveal a crazy nest of hair so blonde it was almost white. Her big blue eyes shone like marbles.

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