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Welcome to Zombay, a town full of mystery, magic and make-believe. Once upon a time, Rownie lived there with his mother and his older brother. But his mother drowned in the towns vast River; and then his brother vanished; so now Rownie runs through Zombays riddlesome streets orphaned and all alone . . . alone except for Graba, the coddle-headed, chicken-legged witch who offers him shelter along with the other stray children she has collected - her Grubs.Rownie suspects that his brothers love of acting - which is severely outlawed in Zombay - led to his disappearance; so when Rownie encounters a theatrical troupe of goblins daring to perform a play for the townspeople (with masks and stage-tricks and everything!) he wonders whether they might hold the key to discovering what happened to his brother . . . and perhaps even help him find him again.Thus opens a dazzling heroic adventure - of immense love, loss and all-conquering courage - in which one boys quest for the truth,...

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William Alexander studied theatre and folklore at Oberlin College and English at the University of Vermont. He currently lives, writes and teaches in Minneapolis, Minnesota. His short stories have been published in many magazines and anthologies. Goblin Secrets is his first novel. Visit him at WillAlex.net or on Twitter @williealex.

Also by William Alexander

Ghoulish Song

Constable Robinson Ltd 5556 Russell Square London WC1B 4HP - photo 1

Constable & Robinson Ltd.
5556 Russell Square
London WC1B 4HP
www.constablerobinson.com

First published in the US by Margaret K. McElderry Books,
an imprint of Simon & Schuster Childrens Publishing Division, 2012

First published in the UK by Much-in-Little,
an imprint of Constable & Robinson Ltd., 2013

Copyright William Alexander, 2012

The right of William Alexander to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988

All rights reserved. This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

A copy of the British Library Cataloguing in
Publication Data is available from the British Library

ISBN: 978-1-47210-875-3 (paperback)
ISBN: 978-1-47210-912-5 (ebook)

Printed and bound in the UK

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Cover design: KS Agency;
Cover illustration: Erwin Madrid

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GOBLIN SECRETS

Act I Scene I ROWNIE WOKE WHEN GRABA knocked on the ceiling from the other - photo 2

Act I, Scene I

ROWNIE WOKE WHEN GRABA knocked on the ceiling from the other side. Plaster dust drifted down from the knocking. Graba knocked again. Baskets hung on chains from the rafters, and they shook when she knocked.

Rownie sat up and tried to blink sleep-sand and plaster dust from one eye. The whole floor was covered by a bed made up of straw, stolen clothes sewn into blankets, and sleeping siblings. Two of his brothers crawled up out of the straw, Blotches and Stubble. Blotches had orange hair, orange freckles, and orange teeth. Stubble was the oldest and the tallest, and he liked to say that he had a beard. He didnt. He had stray hairs on the tip of his chin and on his cheeks near his ears.

Their sister Vass came in from the girls room, which was really the same room with a blanket hung across the middle. Vass had been her name before she came to live with Graba. Sometimes Grabas grandchildren kept the names they had before. Sometimes they made up names for themselves. Blotches and Stubble had made up their own names.

Hurry, Vass snapped.

Rownie got to his feet, combed the straw out of his hair with his fingers, and stumbled away from the middle of the room. He stood with Vass and Blotches while Stubble pulled the rope that lowered the stairway down from the ceiling. The musty smell of Grabas loft came down with it.

Vass went upstairs. The others followed her. Rownie came last.

There were birds everywhere in Grabas loft. Most were pigeons, gray and mangy. Some were chickens. A few larger, stranger birds perched in dark corners, watchful.

Graba perched on a stool near the iron stove, her legs hidden underneath the bulk of her gray skirts.

Four grandchildren, she said. Today I have four of you. Enough for what I have in mind now.

The word grandmother did not mean mothers mother or fathers mother to Rownie, or to the various other children who sometimes lived in Grabas shack. Neither mothers nor fathers were part of this household, and the word grandmother simply meant Graba.

The four children lined up in front of the stool, waiting. Two chickens pecked at the floorboards nearby, looking for seeds.

Ill need eggs carried to Haggots market stall, said Graba. She pointed to Stubble and Blotches, but she did not say their names. She probably did not know their names. Hell be at the Northside market today. Trade the eggs for feed-grain, the best chicken feed you can find. Bring it back to me. Will you do that, now?

Yes, Graba. Stubble picked up a wooden crate filled with straw and eggs. All four siblings turned to go.

Dont be going yet, Graba said. She took a small leather bag from around her neck and held it out to Vass. Hang this over the chains on the Clock Tower door. Sing the charm I was teaching you last night, and stand back when you do. Take care with this, now. It is a present of welcoming home, and its almost ripe.

Vass took the bag carefully. Whats in it? she asked.

A bird skull, stuffed with other things. Do this well, and I might be teaching you the making of it.

Yes, Graba, said Vass.

Go, Graba said. All of you but the runt, the smallest one. Rownie should wait here with me.

Rownie waited. He wondered why Graba knew his name. She knew the names of those she kept an eye on, and it was not always a good thing to have Grabas eye on you.

He listened to Vass, Stubble, and Blotches clamber down the stairs.

Yes, Graba? Rownie asked.

My leg bones have run down, she told him. Wind them for me now. She extended a gearwork leg from under her stool. It was bird-shaped, with three long talon-toes in front and one in back, at the heel. The whole limb had been made out of copper and wood.

Rownie pried the crank out from her shin and wound it up, watching gears turn against chains and springs inside.

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Graba always said that Mr. Scrud, the local gearworker, hadnt enough skill to make legs into human shapes. Vass whispered that Graba needed the chicken legs to hold up her hugeness, that nothing smaller would suffice, and that Graba wouldnt be able to walk today if she hadnt lost the ordinary legs shed been born with.

Stubble said that Graba used to be a sailor, or a boat-witch, and that shed lost her legs in a pirate attack. He said Graba killed some of the pirates with a look and a laugh and a lock of her hair before they cut off her legs with rusty swords. He always drew out the word rusty when he told the story. Rrrrrrrrusty swords. Ha! Then hed hit Rownie behind the knee with a stick to buckle him over.

Stubble told this story often. Rownie had cried the first time, and the rest of Grabas grandchildren had laughed. On the second telling Rownie had glared up at Stubble from the ground. The third time Stubble told the tale Rownie had fallen backward on purpose, throwing up his hands and imitating Grabas rusty voice. Curse you, Pirate King! (The story had grown by then, and the ordinary river pirates had become a full barge captained by the King of All Pirates.)

Everybody had laughed. Stubble had helped him up, and after that he didnt hit Rownie so hard while telling the pirate story, because Rownie couldnt say his line if he was gasping in pain and holding his leg. It still hurt, but not as much.

Now the story was almost a play. This was dangerous. Performances were outlawed in Zombay.

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Rownie finished turning the left crank as far as it would go and folded it into the shin. Graba pulled back her left leg and then extended her right. Rownie pried out the crank and turned it once. The joint gave a loud, shrill creaking. Graba waved her hands and scowled.

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