I have just launched a new website dedicated to my recently completed debut novel: George and the Magic Library. The new site features a brief (spoiler free) synopsis of the book, a preview, short bio and contact details for Agents and Publishers to get in touch with me.
Below is the prologue and a link to The Magic Library Online:
‘Are you sure this is the right time and place?’
Gus peered up through a gap in the buildings at the bright sun drenched sky, causing him to squint and quickly divert his eyes back to the dusty earth forming the surface of the interlacing streets surrounding them. Narrow passageways opened up at regular intervals between the white single-storied dwellings, giving the impression there was some kind of order to the chaotic architecture of this desert town. A person could get lost for days in the maze like side streets and narrow ginnels.
‘Yes, I’m pretty sure it is…I double checked with him before we came; the mark was definitely put in the right place.’
Alice spoke the words with confidence, but also shared her companion’s concern. Something didn’t quite feel right and that only added to their nervousness.
Gus, his receding blonde hairs holding tightly onto his wrinkled head, was a man of average height and build. His white cotton shirt and trousers rippled in the breeze as he led Alice by the hand, cautiously moving forward away from the direction of entry. Alice, by way of contrast, had brilliant black shoulder length hair without a hint of age and wore a one piece summery dress, with light blue striping along with well-worn brown leather sandals.
Soon the shadows caused by the surrounding structures opened up into a large square, unfolding the light in slow motion to reveal the proud centre amidst this tangle of criss-crossing streets. Together they spied the building they were seeking, across on the other side of the square and began to confidently stride across the open ground stretching out ahead of them, pushing away from the safety of the passage.
‘You see,’ exclaimed Alice, ‘There was never anything to worry about – I knew our old friend could be counted on…’
As the words left her lips, a man, dressed head to foot in flowing white robes, emerged from the darkened doorway of the building causing them to dramatically freeze mid step. He ambled across in their direction, kicking up dust and sand as he moved, before slowly opening his arms in a welcoming gesture.
Despite this apparent welcome Alice’s mood dropped as she noticed something about the man she thought couldn’t have been possible. As impossible as it seemed, this was the very man who had sent them here and the outward gesture of his hands had actually been a signal.
Shadows flowed from the alleyways as a flurry of men in matching black uniforms, some carrying spears, others with bows in their hands and arrows ready to fly, swarmed into every corner of the square, surrounding them.
Gus, quickly realising the danger, grabbed Alice firmly by the forearm and pulled her backwards, in the opposite direction of the trickster, but it was too late; every possible exit had been covered. The best thing they could hope for now was to sink meekly to their knees, lock their arms onto the back of their heads and pray that the soldiers would take pity on them.