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The Luck Uglies: Dishonour Among Thieves
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Map illustration copyright © Sally Taylor 2015
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Cover illustration © Jeff Nentrup
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Source ISBN: 9780007526925
Ebook Edition © 2015 ISBN: 9780007526932
Version: 2015-03-05
For my three muses, who inspire me even when Iâm a grump.
CONTENTS
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Map of the Isle of Pest
A Shanty about Bargains
1. ONLY TROUBLE KNOCKS AFTER DARK
2. THE MUD SLEIGH
3. GRABSTONE
4. MESSAGES UNDELIVERED
5. THE SNIGGLER
6. A VILLAGE DROWNING
7. SCALES AND SWINE
8. WHERE NOBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME
9. THORN QUILLâS
10. SPIDERCREEP
11. FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES
12. IN SHAMBLES
13. A LOSING HAND
14. THE SLUMGULLION
15. THE SALT
16. THE PULL
17. BELONGERS
18. THE CURSE OF BLACK ANNIS
19. THE STONE ON THE SILL
20. THE WAILING CAVE
21. TIES THAT BIND
22. THE SHOEMAKER
23. KISS OF THE SHELLYCOATS
24. THE UNINVITED
25. WHAT THE WIND BRINGS, THE TIDE TAKES AWAY
26. UNDER THE CRIMSON HAT
27. GRIT
28. THE BELLWETHER
29. TREASURES
30. A FORK-TONGUED CHARMER
31. REVENGE OF SLINISTER VARLET
32. THE TOLL
Epilogue: Beyond the Shale
A Seafarerâs Guide to Mumbley-Speak and other High Isle Chatter
About the Publisher
Come all would-be heroes and join me in song,
And curse the dread outlaws plagued this Isle for so long.
So take heed my warning, of no favours ask,
Beware the dread outlaws in shadows and masks.
In shadows and masks, in shadows and masks,
Beware the dread outlaws
In shadows and masks.
Our troubles were many, our hopes they were slim.
A dark stranger arrived, he packed promise with him.
On the greyest of nights a bargain was struck,
What then seemed good fortune turned black ugly luck.
In shadows and masks, in shadows and masks,
Beware the dread strangers
In shadows and masks.
Theyâll promise you freedom and all that you dream,
But look past their guise, theyâre not what they seem.
Your sons and your daughters, in bed safely tuck,
Hold tight what you cherish for that they shall pluck.
In shadows and masks, in shadows and masks,
Beware the dread scoundrels
In shadows and masks.
My son he now stalks the dark bâyond the sea,
Family forgotten, but what matters to he?
So take heed my warning, of no favours ask,
And curse the Luck Uglies in shadows and masks.
In shadows and masks, in shadows and masks,
Curse the Luck Uglies
In shadows and masks.
â âShadows and Masksâ,
From Songs of Salt and Stout
and other High Isle Favourites
T WASNâT OFTEN that anyone thumped the cottageâs rusting iron door knocker after dark, but Rye OâChanter still never expected to find three twisted, leering faces on the other side. They loomed down at her from behind flurrying snow. Rye knew
what the masked figures were, if not
who they were, so perhaps there was no need for alarm. Then again, Luck Uglies had never just shown up on her doorstep before. She took a careful step backward.
Abby OâChanter joined her, a cloak flung over her nightdress. Sheâd already untied her hair ribbon for the night and her dark locks fell loose past her shoulders. In her arms she held the family pet, a regal beast with thick black fur and keen yellow eyes. He was as big as a young child, and as he stretched his long forelegs, he extended sickle-like claws for the benefit of the visitors. Shady could be a ferocious guardian when motivated, which wasnât all that often. Abby combed his luxurious mane with her fingertips and raised an uninviting eyebrow. Ryeâs mother had never been one to spook easily.
âWhat is it?â she demanded of the visitors.
The tallest of the three ducked his head under the fresh evergreen garland strung along the doorframe. Shady let out an unexpected rumble from deep inside his throat, the kind he generally reserved for unwelcome denizens of the bogs. Rye saw her mother slip her fingers around his runestone collar in case he decided to misbehave.