Wychetts and the Key to Magic
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WYCHETTS AND THE KEY TO MAGIC
The second book in the Wychetts series by William Holley
Copyright 2013 William Holley
All Rights Reserved
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1- Making Life That Little Bit Easier
Chapter 2- Did I Pack My Headache Pills?
Chapter 3- The Key to Magic
Chapter 4- Sun, Sea and Sunshine
Chapter 5- This is the Life
Chapter 6- Always Use the Correct Coast Code
Chapter 7- Waiter!
Chapter 8- Not Again!
Chapter 9- The Lair
Chapter 10- There’s Always a Catch
Chapter 11- Don’t Look Down
Chapter 12- A Shortcut to Doom
Chapter 13- Minus a Flip Flop
Chapter 14- Caught in a Net
Chapter 15- No Time to Go Soft
Chapter 16- A Little Grub
Chapter 17- Something in the Water
Chapter 18- What if Something Nasty Comes Along?
Chapter 19- Legs Aren’t Everything
Chapter 20- A Temporary Truce
Chapter 21- Just a Matter of Time
Chapter 22- This Could Be a Tricky One
Chapter 23- Good News and Bad News
Chapter 24- I Didn’t See That One Coming
Chapter 25- You Will Never Leave!
Chapter 26- Just Hanging Around Again
Chapter 27- Home Sweet Home
Epilogue
Prologue
There was a hiss in the darkness: a mere whisper of a sound, yet as deafening as a gunshot to the ears that heard it.
Nostrils twitched as he caught a scent. His body tensed, instinct priming every muscle in readiness to flee or fight. But he would only fight, because he knew no other way.
Naturally, he’d suspected it might be a trap: an anonymous invitation to a rendezvous deep in the lower tunnels, on the condition he must come alone. Yet the invitation had contained a promise, a means to defeat his foes, to find a way out of this place, to freedom.
His nostrils twitched again, tasting the air. He knew his sworn enemies could be down here in the tunnels, waiting to strike. And yet that scent did not belong to them. It was new, unfamiliar.
He crouched in the darkness, senses straining. The tunnels were silent as a tomb. And then he heard the scream…
He had heard many screams before, and had been the cause of most of them. But this scream was different; a bolt of lightning that sent a shock of terror through every nerve of his being.
Many would have fled on hearing such a sound, but he hadn’t risen to become leader of his gang by running away from trouble. He set off in a sprint, ears swivelling as he followed the echoing cry.
Suddenly he was out of the tunnel, in a wide circular chamber. He knew he’d reached the Pit, the very heart of his world. There were many stories told about what lurked down here, stories of unspeakable monsters and an evil that could never be conquered. He had never listened to such stories, but he knew there was something here, something bad. And the air hung heavy with that strange scent…
There was a noise to his right.
Another hiss.
He swung round, jaws parted in readiness to strike.
A pair of red eyes filled his vision, their searing malice burning into his soul.
“Who are you?” he cried, unable to mask the fear in his voice.
“I am your death,” came the hissed reply. “I am the death of all.”
There was another hiss, and those red eyes flared brighter as he was engulfed in a ball of fire…