Goylegate - One Gargantuan Scandal!
LINK TO GOYLEGATE on Kindle
This week sees Goylegate - One Gargantuan Scandal! enter the Kindle book market. I will be interested to see what happens with this one because this is the one that was so close to being agented and auctioned. When it was in its original form I sold loads of these from the desk.
It was after the disappointment of this book being dropped (hugely hurt ego after blowing everything out of proportion) along with growing bored with rejection letters that I decided to go it alone. That decision is what directed me to learn all that I could about the indie market and triggered me to find new and entrepreneurial ways to get my creations out there. Life is strange; however, this book opened so many doors for me. In fact I still love it even though it was one of my first.
Oh, and this story was written because a friend of mine kind of has it all. It was her birthday so I asked her what she wanted. She replied: 'A story about Gargoyles.' Unfortunately I could not write a short story instead I came up with a whole children's novel. I hope you enjoy it!
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Goylegate
One Gargantuan Scandal – Book 1
By
Ruby
Allure
Published by Ruby Allure at Kindle.
Copyright
Ruby Allure
This book shall not be lent, resold or hired out by
way of trade or otherwise without the author’s consent. All rights remain with
the author: Ruby
Kindle Edition, License Notes
This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be
re-sold or given away to other people.
Especially
created for little Davina.
Bounce,
bounce, bounce.
The
person with the most natural bounce I ever met.
Thank
you for being an inspiration.
Thank
you for advising me that Gargoyles eat walls
-
I never knew that before.
Part
I
What
does a kid really remember?
CHAPTER
1
The
fastest pace throughout the chase.
TIME: TODAY
LOCATION: ENGLAND
Davina
hated being chased. So why was she in that situation? With her heart pounding,
she glanced behind her. The beefy black-suited men were catching up. She
gritted her teeth, put her head down and ran her absolute fastest. Effortlessly,
she wove through the crowds with such speed and agility that she was barely even
noticed. It was as if a warm breath had been exhaled and then she was gone.
In all directions, the hunters yelled into small
lumps of black.
‘Cut her off!’ screamed the voice in charge.
How
had the situation grown so out of hand? One minute she was eating from the
large dark container on the street, the next she was being hunted. What was the
problem? She had watched a hairy man with a long jacket eat from the cabbage
smelling place. So why were they picking on her? Admittedly she was small,
acrobatic, with long, dark hair and pale skin. Nothing that unusual, other than
her blue freckles.
‘Stop right there!’ a brawny bloke had hollered.
Instinctively
she had scarpered. The chase began with one angry-looking man and now there
were already ten involved. She had done nothing wrong! Well, certainly nothing
she could remember.
The screeching sound of the wheeled, metal cages
jerked her from her thoughts. Her pursuers intended to surround her. There was
no way! She had to escape but she was at that designated place for a reason -
but why? There had to be a clue…
Davina rounded a corner and searched for an escape
or somewhere to hide. The crowd parted and watched her curiously. She wasn’t
panting or making a noise, so why were they staring? Maybe running, climbing
and jumping at a rate none of them could manage was something to do with it. Or
was she more agile than many children her age? Actually, what was her age? That
was a completely different matter.
Ahead of her, two burly black-suits blocked her path.
She glanced behind her - four grimacing men, waving their arms, attempted to
round her up like a chicken. The onlookers expected her capture and stopped in
the street, gawking. Why couldn’t people mind their own business? What did it
matter what she had eaten or where she had obtained it from? Maybe they had been
monitoring where she slept at night. Had they followed her to the place where
people pulled down their trousers and sat for a while before they left again?
All she did was climb through a small, square window when the moon rose. It was
completely opposite to her usual routine, but she had to live the same rhythm
as the ‘outsiders’.
With a deep breath, she sprinted towards the two chunky
chasers blocking her path. ‘Idiots!’ she muttered, ran sideways up a wall and
used a dustbin to launch herself clear over them.
Some
of the gawping onlookers applauded.
With an elegant landing, she continued. As she raced
along, she glimpsed a reflection in a window: the two male black-suits huffed
at each other, puffed out their chests and lolloped back into a heavy-footed
run.
Frantically, she searched for a place to hide. The
church - the same church she had woken up outside of on that first day. She
hurdled the wall, sprinted the graveyard but ground to an abrupt halt.
Something about the carved, stone figures leaning out of the church jogged her
memory. Were they associated with her mission?
She scurried to the nearest grey, stone wall, ingrained
with yellow and green lichen. Using all her upper body strength and her fingers
like claws, she navigated the carvings up to a balcony. The strangely familiar Gargoyle
faces appeared to grin at her as she wedged herself into a tiny alcove on the
roof. Had she heard a growl of welcome?
Below her, a small pile of steaming stones appeared.
They tumbled heavily to the ground. Plop, plop, plop!
Cautiously, she traversed the edge of the roof and
found a small nook to hide in. Unfortunately, it was not enough to conceal her
from what was overhead. The whirring of blades from a metal flying machine made
her jolt. Up in the sky, men shouted into the dark talking machines and called
in her location. She caught her breath and clung to the ledge. The wind from
the machine was strong and blew her hair across her face. Davina scraped it
back and erratically scanned the area for escape. She considered fighting the
black-suits directly, but that would give her away. Davina sighed, if only she
could remember. ‘Whatever you do Davina - do not draw attention to yourself.
She will send people to capture you. This is all you are supposed to remember,’
was all that remained.
What had she done? She had already drawn attention
to herself and that meant trouble!
Davina gazed up at the whirring, flying machine and
glanced below. The black-suits beneath circled like starving dogs. She had to
take action. Her only possible escape was to leap to a nearby tree then across
the adjacent field. Could she make it?
Davina
took a deep breath launched herself along the balcony. Bang!
The bitter sting of something sharp bit into her
behind. Darkness descended upon her. Time was lost with her last thought – who were the outsiders?
