Bowels of Hell: Billy's Gotta Survive the City

By Gary Taaffe

Entombed and doomed to digestion down the bowels of hell itself, Billy and Amber must escape or die.

The orphans, abandoned again, must set aside their differences and put into practice what Billy has taught them. Or starve.

And is the honeymoon over already? Can the Bullies save their relationship with Mel?

“WOW! Hauntin

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bunya Publishing
• Release date: May 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9780648516262

Gary Taaffe

Gary Taaffe is the No.1 Bestselling Amazon Author of 9 fiction and 2 non-fiction books, including the Urban Hunters series for Young Adults and his Stampede series, a no-nonsense guide to book marketing for authors. New York Book Review, W.D La Rue said, "I would read ANYTHING this man wrote." Gary lives in Forster-Tuncurry, Australia, where he's surrounded by waterways for fishing and bushland for hunting. He writes fulltime with new books coming out in quick succession. Connect with Gary here: BunyaPublishing.com Facebook, Pinterest: Gary Taaffe Instagram: Gary_Taaffe Twitter @Urban_Hunters Email [e-mail]

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Titles available in the

URBAN HUNTERS

series

1. Four Small Stones

2. Tribal Scarring

3. Walkabout

4. Budgie Smugglers

5. Bullies

6. The Orphanage

7. Bowels of Hell

Entombed and doomed to digestion down the bowels of hell itself, Billy and Amber must escape or die.

The orphans, abandoned again, must set aside their differences and put into practice what Billy has taught them. Or starve.

And is the honeymoon over already? Can the Bullies save their relationship with Mel?

WOW! Hauntingly hypnotic. Good enough to set to music. A wickedly graphic conclusion. Loved it. Anne, Australia

It’s really clever. Very exciting. I love the way you've ended it. Jack, Australia

One minute his chilling descriptions are giving me the shivers and the next, I’m laughing out loud! Ethan, USA

URBAN HUNTERS is laugh–out–loud, gut–churning, heart–wrenching storytelling at its best. Unlike anything you’ve ever read, in typical Taaffe fashion. Hilarious as usual. Always surprising. Wonderful!

8. Final Straw

9. WANTED! New Dad

10, 11, 12. Coming soon!

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Book 7

BOWELS OF HELL

Gary Taaffe

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Cast of Characters

Whenever you come across a character for the first time in this book, they’ll be linked to the Cast of Characters at the end of this story. It's a great reminder of who’s who in the zoo. Plus, you’ll learn how to pronounce their name.

Table of Contents

Titles Available in the Urban Hunters series

Title Page

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 — Freefall

Chapter 2 — Honeymoon Over

Chapter 3 — Abandoned Again

Chapter 4 — The Afterlife

Chapter 5 — A Flutter

Chapter 6 — The Wing

Chapter 7 — Bandaid

Chapter 8 — Stink

Chapter 9 — A Feather for your Thoughts

Chapter 10 — No Boys Allowed

Chapter 11 — A Blind Boy and a Boomerang

Chapter 12 — To Prove a Point

Chapter 13 — Head on a Stick

Chapter 14 — Snake Bike

Chapter 15 — Power

Chapter 16 — Lunch

Chapter 17 — The Brush

Chapter 18 — Not Far

Cast of Characters

Thank You!

About the Author

Urban Hunters Books

Copyright

Bonus Feature

End of Book

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— CHAPTER ONE —

Freefall

"AMBER!" Billy screamed as they fell.

But she couldn’t hear him above a flap of bat wings whipping her face like flags in a hurricane. They were freefalling down a deep, pitch–black hole, smashing and crashing through a colony of escaping bats. Their fishhook claws were embedded deep into every square inch of Amber’s bare skin and screaming in her ears for freedom.

Billy and Amber had fallen into the hollow trunk of a truly massive Strangler fig tree, home for hundreds of years to a monstrous colony of bats. Frightened to flight by Billy and Amber’s screams, the whole dense mass were smashing head–long into their freefall. Locked hand in hand, the pair spun like helicopter blades as bat bodies slammed into their kidneys like a burst of canon balls.

Billy squeezed Amber’s hand, an apology before she died. It was all so wrong. She was supposed to be his new wife. Delivered in a box down a darkened alley by the spirit of his mother. The beginnings of a whole new era for his Aboriginal clan, and what’s more, the Dreaming would live on in the hearts of his people. Except now, his clan would never know what had happened to him. He wouldn’t return and they’d assume the whitefellas had killed him like his Uncle Jarrah.

After spending the last forty–eight years hiding in the bush and not seeing another single Aborigine, the clan thought they were the last of their kind. They’d be down to just five now, without Billy. His family would retreat deeper into the bush and eventually die out without anyone ever knowing them. Along with the Dreaming, for there’d be no one to pass on the laws of the land through stories to the children. They’d be taught about the whitefellas God instead, and the Dreaming would fade from memory forever.

Elanora appeared before Billy in that moment. His mum was always smiling, except this time she was reaching out to him.

— CHAPTER TWO —

Honeymoon Over

Joey had scrambled from his pouch as soon as Billy and Amber disappeared from view, climbing up the torso of that big tree. They’d hung him high on a limb to prevent him jumping out and to stop the dogs from getting him, but the ground was barely a hop, skip and a jump for a lively little kangaroo.

He landed with a thud that would have normally woken the hungry dogs but they were full of food and content. Sweet, green grass surrounded him and he was hungry so he got to work eating as much of it as he could. A strangely familiar smell drew him to a carcass laying by the fire. Larry and Curly were snuggled up against it, Moe practically in it. Joey sniffed heavily, trying to understand its familiarity. It was his mother’s scent.

The last time he’d seen her she was disappearing over the edge of the drop–off into the waterhole ahead of the wild dogs. Later, he’d smelt her again, her scent intensified and mixed with smoke. He didn’t like that at all.

He stood high on his back legs and tail looking around for her. He’d roamed free from her pouch in the past but she’d always been close. A few hops and he was back home, snuggled into his mum’s pouch, safe and secure, warm and content. Tonight, looking into the darkness, she was nowhere. He walked around in his odd way, using his tail as a third leg, but every time he ventured from the burnt carcass he lost her