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Goon Squad #3
Goon Squad #3
Goon Squad #3
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Goon Squad #3

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The GOON SQUAD finally close the net on the vicious career gangster Des Garbo and the arms deal he has set up. What they discover, however, is not at all what they were expecting. PUPPET GIRL will prove vital in the fight, but at the cost of revealing truths about herself that frighten even her.

But not every threat the GOON SQUAD must deal with is as simple as gangsters. In the surroundings of a municipal cemetery, an act of petty vandalism will provoke horrific consequences. Soon, the Squad will face a terror unlike any they have encountered before.

Discover what mysteries and nightmares the GOON SQUAD will encounter "By the Water, By the Grave."

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Release dateMar 28, 2014
ISBN9781310970993
Goon Squad #3
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Jonathan L. Howard

JONATHAN L. HOWARD is a game designer, scriptwriter, and a veteran of the computer-games industry since the early nineties, with titles such as the Broken Sword series to his credit. He is author of Johannes Cabal the Necromancer, Johannes Cabal the Detective, and Johannes Cabal: The Fear Institute, as well as the YA novels Katya’s World and Katya’s War. He lives in the United Kingdom with his wife and daughter.

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    Goon Squad #3 - Jonathan L. Howard

    GOON SQUAD #3

    By the Water, By the Grave

    by

    Jonathan L. Howard

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    Goon Squad #3 By the Water, By the Grave

    by Jonathan L. Howard

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    Copyright © 2014 Jonathan L. Howard

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    Goon Squad Issue #3

    By the Water, By the Grave

    The land around Manchester is moist with reservoirs. To the northwest lie the dark waters of Rivington and Anglezarke, to the north beyond Rochdale are Cowm and Greenbooth, and down to the southeast – over the Derbyshire border – is Errwood.

    Lying in the Goyt Valley nestled in the Peak District, Errwood Reservoir overlooks the older Fernilee Reservoir. From its banks, one can look in any direction one likes and see not a single dwelling and few enough structures; the tumbledown ruins of farmhouses, the reduced remains of an 18th century mansion, pump buildings, and the clubhouse of the Errwood Boating Club over on the eastern shore.

    It is an isolated place and, of a winter's evening, tends to be deserted of even the most enthusiastic practitioners of illicit trysts in secluded car parks. Certainly, a patrol car sweep earlier in the evening had dissuaded the few that might have been considering it.

    Now the sun was eight hours down, and the reservoir and its surroundings seemed empty of any human soul. The night was clear, cool but not cold, with a light wind in the south that was just enough to make the lines of the dinghies along the gravel beach tang mournfully against the metal masts. Low waves lapped, but the grass and the trees barely moved in the gentle breeze. A person could stand on that beach and feel they were utterly alone, the last human in the world. In this, they would be profoundly mistaken.

    For across the reservoir, hidden

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