Owlers

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Description

Its gives a different view of how times were hard throughout history. Many times we have read about Charles Dickens and his portrayal of the historical figures that was written about. But there were other historical facts before  Dickens could write, some that would rather they be forgotten, but none the less, still part of our history that shaped our nation, good or bad.

Description

This is a story of intrigue, mayhem, and violence. A story of smuggling from a sleepy village in the heart of Kent in the 1700’s, loosely based on true events. They started life as ordinary hard-working people who were pushed into a life of crime by other gangs, high taxation, and the way of life at the time. Now it seems no one could stop this gang who had a bad reputation eventually turning to murder to help their cause, they were in the end, beaten by their own confidence. This book takes you on a journey from the gangs point of view, the friendships within the gang, the wrongdoings were in fact taken for granted by them, in their eyes they could do no wrong just so they could live their life the way they wanted.

First Sentence

The inn keeper was wiping the bar of spilt stale ale. The fire crackled and spat out sparks leaving a trail of smoke, close by the fire the inn keepers dog sat nervously watching the embers landing nearby and giving each dying ember a sniff as it landed. The room was dusky and dimly lit; candles cast eerie flickering shadows creating movement where there was none. A group of men sat near the fire trying to keep warm as they drunk ale and spoke about their day’s work with the occasional sound of laughter to keep their spirits high, pipe smoke creating a haze and filled the air which wafted around the room from where they sat. The door burst open as if like a sail that had been caught by the wind, the hinges creaking from lack of oil, and in with the wind and leaves came a shadowy figure, silhouetted against the setting sun. Forcing the door shut against the wind, he turned, paused to catch his breath, looked up and removed his hat and wiped his brow. Through strained and weathered eyes, he looked around, his eyes growing accustomed to the dim candlelit room of the old bar, the leaves finally settled where the wind had taken them. The old wooden beams showing the age of the inn, which to him has always played a part in his life like an old friend. He looked around the room, anyone who was unfamiliar would stand out, even in this dim light, trust and friendship is a hard thing to come by, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

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Other Editions

• Owlers: The Hawkhurst GangLoosely based on historical eventsIndependently Published2021-01-01
• OwlersIndependently Published2021-01-01
• OwlersIndependently Published2021-01-01