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    Gold a'Locks And The Three Weres
    Gold a'Locks And The Three Weres
    Gold a'Locks And The Three Weres
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    Gold a'Locks And The Three Weres

    By Steve Dunn

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    The true events that inspired Goldilocks And The Three Bears!

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    "Not all stories are passed on in sincerity. Some truths have remained untold; some have been spun but false. This one must now be woven in honesty's light, for it has been twisted through the generations since its inception. The childhood favourite tells of a spoilt little girl with hair of sunlight and three speaking animals, but this belies the darker threads of its reality. She was not just some little brat, and they were not mere animals. Children: sometimes the monsters are the ones that look just like you..."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSteve Dunn
    Release dateJul 21, 2015
    ISBN9781310103056
    Gold a'Locks And The Three Weres
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    Steve Dunn

    As well as an author, Steve Dunn is a church leader, fig roll eater and cinema enthusiast. Some of these things he does simultaneously.

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      Gold a'Locks And The Three Weres - Steve Dunn

      GOLD A'LOCKS AND THE THREE WERES

      Also by Steve Dunn:

      Viking Resurrection

      Raine Fall

      School Of Thought

      Gold a'Locks and the Three Weres

      by

      Steve Dunn

      Copyright © 2014 by Steve Dunn

      All rights reserved.

      This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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      Contents

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Author’s Notes & Acknowledgements

      Reading Group Questions

      FREE PREVIEW: VIKING RESURRECTION Prologue

      1

      To whom it may concern...

      Not all stories are passed on in sincerity. Some truths have remained untold; some have been spun but false. This one must now be woven in honesty's light, for it has been twisted through the generations since its inception. The childhood favourite tells of a spoilt little girl with hair of sunlight and three speaking bears, but this belies the darker threads of its reality. She was not just some little child, and they were not mere animals. Children: sometimes the monsters are the ones that look just like you...

      2

      ...The boy wriggled beneath his blankets, his feet curling in delight as they reached the spot the warming pan had heated. The rest of him snuggled into its cosy residue and his eyes implored his Mama for the usual request. Every night they did this, always the same. She cast her brown eyes upon her son with a knowing smile, the candle's flicker catching their sparkle. Say it, they urged. You have to say it.

      'Can you tell me a story before I sleep, Mama?'

      'Just this once,' she laughed and he joined her, his giggle a dancing harmony. 'Which story would that be?'

      'The one about Goldie. The one where she meets the Woodfolk.'

      Mama slid beside him on the bed and stroked his hair. 'But that one gets you too excited to sleep.'

      'Please tell me. I want to hear of the dog and the Constable and the cupboard...'

      They both grinned, each knowing she would spin the tale and he would gasp at all the right places. And of course he would sleep. He was not one to be frightened.

      Mama tucked the blanket around him, her dark hair tumbling and tickling him on the cheek. It smelled of fresh rain. She took a breath.

      'Upon the yesterdays there was a woman named Gold a'Locks and she was the most cunning of all the sneak-thieves...

      3

      '...It was the coldest night of the new year thus far,' said Mama. 'Sliding through the shadows, her black garb swallowed in their dark throat, she crept along the bank towards the newly-built house, envying its owners. Three storeys high, wide bows to either wing, it was a home to poets, the new kind, the ones that wrought longings and philosophies with their words. Also, the kind that collected the most delicate of jewelleries.'

      'What are philosophies?'

      His Mama's eyes glowed. 'They are the musings of minds, the reasoning of truths...'

      'Many truths are buried, Mama.'

      She gazed upon her young son and realised she had forgotten how different he was. He looked far younger than his numbered years. It was both a curse and a blessing; his mind was already full of secrets and dark corners. But it needed to be. He needed to be prepared for the world outside.

      'On to the yarn, little one!' she said.

      'The river hurried alongside her some feet away, the cover of trees and brooding clouds banishing whatever the full moon might have to offer. She thanked the night for its serendipity. Invisible, she was.

      'For years they had sought her and still the Justices had no clue. The famed prowler, pilferer of heirlooms and idolised treasures, was anonymous to all. Her notoriety stretched from London to Edinburgh, and it had earned no conviction and a revered name.

      '"Gold a'Locks", the periodicals called her, both for her prowess at foiling the most secure of latches, and for her tresses that the rarest of victims espied in those fleeting moments. Her hair was bright, they said, when glimpsed from the shadows of her cowl. Woven gold, they hushed! Like threaded sun, was the cry!

      'But the legend was a lie, for her hair was not golden... it was silvered.' Her eyes glowed at her son's gasp. 'Yes! The wig she sported beneath her hood was a feint,

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