The lives of two boys change for all time after a strange twist of fate catapults them into an energetic world and onto the adventure of a lifetime. Their only plan had been for a boy's own holiday. They had no idea what sort of holiday they were in for.
The Novels of Vincent Gilvarry
Believe it or not, this book came out of the blue. Surprisingly, it is a story set in an inter-dimensional realm where universal energies and portals feature prominently, but if you have never had the opportunity to visit another galaxy, this is an opportunity to see one up close. In some ways it is not so different to our own and in other ways it will amaze and surprise you. The excerpt below introduces both of the main characters having their first major disaster moments before they board the interstellar vessel which will transport them to their holiday destination.
From Chapter I
The Thin Edge of the Wedge
Dheago spun on his heels, his body quivering with unconcealed anger.
I was flat on my back and just a little dazed, my beautiful new travelling bags were squashed and battered and covered in big black skid marks, the clasp on my backpack was still attached to the buckle on my boot, but I could not help but notice the look in Dheago’s eyes.
‘What just happened?’ I said.
‘You don’t remember,’ cried an infuriated Dheago. He could hardly believe what he was hearing. He had his hands perched firmly on his hips and it was obvious that was on the verge of committing some unspeakable crime, all the while leering at me through blood red eyes.
‘Remember what, D?’
I had a horrible feeling that he was about to strangle me on the spot. It was one of those moments in which I wish I had the power that I have now, that I could just snap my fingers and disappear, never to be seen again.
‘You knocked that woman off her feet,’ Dheago hollered.
‘I didn’t, did I?’ I said as I struggled to unlock the recalcitrant clasp.
‘You did,’ said a distraught Dheago, ‘one of those evil old witches from the Abyss and I thought she was about to fry me and all because of you.’
Everywhere he went, every day of his life, Dheago was at risk of being abused or threatened, and sometimes, like today, he even had to contend with the perilous spawn of the black-eyed goddess from hell. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another.
'It is always the same thing Addric,' he cried, 'you don't think. If you set your mind on something, you just go for it, regardless of the consequences.'
Dheago was as close to committing a crime as he had ever been, the very thought of this holiday had driven him to distraction over the last few weeks.
I had been beside myself with excitement and just couldn’t wait to get there. I had planned it in detail, a few days on the Silhouette and two whole months in which we could do whatever we wished.
'If a catastrophe is likely to happen, it's almost a certainty that you will be involved,' he fumed.
I really had gone too far this time. Dheago wasn’t just angry, this time he was on the verge. The very second I opened my mouth; he would turn on me like an enraged viper.
I knew from experience that it was safer to say nothing at all. I was not about to tempt him any more than I already had. I’d regret it for days to come if I did.
‘I’m sorry D,’ I whispered. ‘You know what I’m like.’
Dheago knew exactly what I was like, but he was still angry. He had never struck me before, but for the first time in his life he was tempted. It was apparent that he wanted to teach me a lesson; he wanted to grab me by the throat and shake some sense into me.
Not knowing what else to do, he stormed off for a few minutes and took a long deep breath; it was the only thing he could do.
‘Why me,’ he cried, ‘why do things like this happen to me?’
I looked around cautiously, wondering if the Keeper was watching from some quiet and darkened corner. I was amazed that we had survived at all. It could have been worse, much worse. She could have taken her revenge there and then and, for all I knew, she might still do so.
Whether she would or not, I did not really know, but for yet another time in our lives, we had scraped through by the skin of our teeth.
I had more annoying habits than anyone he had ever met. Dheago had never said it aloud, but I am sure he believed that I was the product of some cosmic practical joke, that there was, somewhere in my gene banks, a reason for my idiosyncrasies and that such a malfunction would be my undoing in the end.
'Why it is, I do not know Addric,’ he cried, ‘but you have the ability to do the wrong thing at the wrong time. All you have to do is open your mouth and you automatically put your foot in it.'
Our friendship often balanced on a knife edge and Dheago was constantly being tested, pushed beyond the limits of anything that was even remotely normal, but for all of my faults, he knew that he'd never find a more loyal friend. I had always been there for him and I always would be and, for better or worse, I was the closest thing he had to a brother.
He was just about to give me a piece of his well thought out advice when the loudspeaker delivered its final notice.
‘This is the last boarding call for all passengers travelling on the Silhouette.’
‘Quick D,’ I said, ‘let’s go, otherwise we’ll miss it.’
I leapt to my feet, grabbed my bags and raced off towards the departure lounge.
The recalcitrant strap had now been restrained, but it was still jangling noisily along behind.
‘Why me,’ Dheago cried, ‘what have I done to deserve this?’
As the ever-present chill from the surrounding Abyss seeped through the fibers of his dark blue robes, Dheago was even more apprehensive about this so-called adventure.
‘This is going to be a disaster,’ he groaned. ‘I just know it is.’
The Silhouette was less than a hundred metres away, purring like an enormous kitten in the night sky.
Dheago was tempted to board the departing shuttle and just go back home, but he knew that he couldn’t, he had no other choice. There was only one way to go and there was only path to take, he had committed himself to this venture and there was no turning back now.
For two kids who had never been anywhere more exciting than the annual school camp, this was to be the adventure of a lifetime, but as we would soon discover, our destiny was not in our hands.
We were about to be to be pitched into the path of an emerging storm. From this moment onwards, our lives would never be our own. A drama set in motion, long, long ago was about to unfold. Our only plan had been for a boy’s own holiday. We had no idea what sort of holiday we were in for.