last rites: the whitborough novels
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last rites is the final book in the first series of the Whitborough Novels. A supernatural comedy book series based in North Yorkshire. It covers the events leading to the re-internment of a cursed treasure in the midst of the construction of a new Druid stone circle. There are many different groups of characters involved, following very different agendas, all attempting to complete their work with the least amount of interference. None of the protagonists are ever really aware of just how many other interested parties are watching them as they go about their business.
Alistair Lavers
Alistair Lavers lives in Yorkshire and is the author of Treasure Trove (Matador, 2015). He was a junior partner in an independent rock/ alternative record store in the 1980s, a freelance photographer for motorcycle magazines and a self-employed graphic designer and illustrator. He enjoys reading, classic vehicles and dog walking.
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last rites - Alistair Lavers
The Whitborough novels are a supernatural comedy book series, set in a town based upon Whitby and Scarborough. Whitborough on Sea, for the purpose of the story, is the size of both towns combined, in the same location as Scarborough.
At the beginning of this book, there is a map of Whitborough’s old town and harbour area, marked with the names of the most important locations. The map is reproduced at the end of this story, together with a full street index.
Last Rites is the last book in the first series. The conclusion of a story spread across five books. There is death, embarrassment, demons and diarrhoea, and an enormous amount of fighting. For these reasons the books should not be read by children or adults with nervous dispositions.
Alistair Lavers is fifty-seven and is still annoying people. He drives a long black car wreathed in mist and he lives in an old house, full of draughts and spiders. His background is in the arts, the military and the occult. Occasionally, somebody spits out their coffee while reading one of his books.
Copyright © 2022 Alistair Lavers
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Apart from any fair dealing for the purposes of research or private study, or criticism or review, as permitted under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988, this publication may only be reproduced, stored or transmitted, in any form or by any means, with the prior permission in writing of the publishers, or in the case of reprographic reproduction in accordance with the terms of licences issued by the Copyright Licensing Agency. Enquiries concerning reproduction outside those terms should be sent to the publishers.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Contents
Prologue: I Predict a Riot
1.Roll Away the Stone, Roll Away the Stone
2.If You Go Down to the Woods Today, You Better Go with a First Aider
3.A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours
4.As If by Magic, a Shopkeeper Appeared
5.Speed Demon
6.No Doubt About It
7.Very Superstitious
8.Rock On
9.The Road to Hell, Is Paved with Cake
10.Get It On
11.You Ain’t Nothin’ But a Hound Dog
12.Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun
13.A Night Like This
14.Hi-de-Hi-de-Hi Ho-de-Ho-de-Howl Go, Go, Go, Do the Holiday Rock
15.Synchronicity
16.Gangsters
17.The Spy Who Taped Me
18.The Landkey Sorceress Rides Out
19.My People Were Fair and Had Sky in Their Hair… But Now They’re Content to Wear Stars on Their Brows
20.Luck Be a Lady Tonight
21.Live and Let Die
22.Reasons to Be Cheerful, One, Two, Three
Photo Credits
Front Cover
Matt Black, as Belator
Inside Front
Cacklog, Chef/Owner of the druids field kitchen
Inside Rear
Clockwise - Albert the Cat, as Brinsley, appears courtesy of Camilla, on behalf of FOAW (Friends of Animals Wales)
Cai, Betamax, Cadoc and Drydfell
Kawasaki 750H2 appears by kind permission of The National Automobile Museum of Tasmania.
Dudley Kingcombe, Werewolf (with stick), appears courtesy of SWFU (South West Farmers Union)
Back Cover
Uther, Director of XXL Druiding - Logistics and Transport
Art Direction and Graphic Design
Alistair Lavers. www.alistairlavers.co.uk
Prologue:
I Predict a Riot
Most functional, reliable English folk share a healthy sense of self-preservation and common sense that shields them from the majority of life’s many hazards. Unfortunately, the cautious instincts on which we all rely are sometimes severely tested. If a large, apparently untraceable treasure suddenly came into your possession, it might not turn out to be the answer to all your problems. This does not happen very often, but there is enough evidence in our historical records to describe these rare events as a mixed blessing.
Discovering a fortune in gold and jewels without consequence – or a connecting history – can work the most dramatic changes on values and character, changing people so completely that the person their friends and family once recognised has gone. The effects of suddenly finding oneself wealthy beyond imagination is almost like a possession.
Wealth can often magnify anxieties and negative feelings that were manageable and under control. The mind that was once calm and steady now races to action or is overwhelmed by indecisiveness. Plans are hurriedly made then abruptly abandoned. The ability of the individual to suppress their natural flaws or weaknesses ebbs and flows as the ties that bind them are severed in full consciousness, until finally they realise they are adrift, cut off from their inner voice.
This is one such example, but the potential for harm has been magnified by the addition of a double curse, a gunfight and a brawl. Life on the Yorkshire coast has got very exciting very quickly. Especially when you’ve brought rocket launchers, machine guns and English Civil War-era siege cannons to the gunfight.
To compound the sudden explosion of urban warfare, your county council’s mobile librarian accidentally infects the landlord of your local public house with an old werewolf virus on a busy Easter weekend, the local Satanic coven loses a demon, Brinsley the cat and any last traces of their former appetite for ritual conjuring.
So what we’ve got here, folks, is a right old mess… there is some pain, unavoidable in the circumstances, though fortunately most of it is really quite funny, as long as you cross your legs – whilst you’re biting down your nails or looking over your shoulder. Remember that it’s only fiction. Or at least some of it is.
Derek Beautimann LLB, partner in law at Beautimann, Buerk and Trippe solicitors, Master of Ceremonies for the Black Hand Coven and budgerigar murderer, had had enough of being the guardian of cursed treasure. He had hoped it would grant him a blessed new life, free of the dull, grinding monotony of conveyancing, petty boundary disputes, contested wills and commercial law – the dull menu of the provincial solicitors across the land. Instead, he’d had weeks of misery, stress, domestic turmoil and the threat of ruination.
He had made up his mind to put it back where it had come from, before the demon who had nearly burned his house down came back to finish the job. At least that part that he alone still possessed, because the rest had disappeared…
On a beautiful warm day, late in May, at around 7am, Derek drove his Jaguar XJS down the long, undulating length of Dickie Hapeknee’s Lane, driving south towards the great sweep of the Yorkshire wolds and the distant escarpment, neatly partitioned into blocks of woodland, paddock and farmland underneath the stark outline of RAF Staxton Wold’s radar towers. In the bottom of the glacial valley, the York to Whitborough train crawled sluggishly to its terminus, reflecting the sun’s rays like a tiny jewelled caterpillar.
Parallel to the railway line, a large flatbed truck rumbled towards Whitborough along the A64, bookended by a Volvo containing four bearded gentlemen and a Mini Metro, carrying three formidable women of a certain age. It was an unremarkable sight as far as the two stationary traffic policeman on duty were concerned, except for the fact that the lorry was carrying a huge stone