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Sacred Hearts - SIGNED - Alison Joseph
1994 UK hardback 1st edition, 1st impression, Headline, London A near fine book in near fine unclipped dustwrapper SIGNED on the title page by the author No other names or stamps etc, usual light edge tanning Tightly bound and square, clean contents and cloth The jacket has no loss or tears Sister Agnes' debut mystery which finds her leaving the sanctuary of her convent after fifteen years and moving into a bedsit flat A solid copy of a very scarce book signed For Sale at £25 (approx $42) *P5 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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The Quick and the Dead - SIGNED - Alison Joseph
1996 English hardcover 1st edition, 1st impression, Headline, London A near fine book in near fine unclipped dustwrapper SIGNED on the title page by the author No other names or stamps etc Tightly bound and square, clean contents and cloth The jacket has no loss or tears, a couple of shelf rubs Sister Agnes who is working in a hostel for the homeless tries to help a young runaway girl, something which eventually leads to murder! A tidy copy and a great series which deserves wider recognition For Sale at £20 (approx $34) *W20 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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The Hour of Our Death - SIGNED - Alison Joseph
1995 UK hardback 1st edition, 1st impression, Headline, London A fine book in unclipped dustwrapper SIGNED on the title page by the author No other names or stamps etc Tightly bound and square, clean contents and cloth The jacket has short closed tear to one corner, otherwise fine Sister Agnes investigates the death of a hospital administrator who drops dead at her desk, there seems to be something of a hurry to clear things up ! A nic eclean copy and uncommon signed For Sale at £15 (approx $25) *P3 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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You!' called a sharp voice behind her. 'Just where do you think you're going?' Agnes turned, slowly, reluctant to face yet another irritation in what had proved to be so far a very intimidating day. Framed by the swing door, the dirty beige of the hospital corridor behind her, stood a grizzle-haired woman of indeterminate age wearing the stiff grey of a senior nurse. Tm looking for Mrs McAleer, and I believe she's on this ward.' In answer, the nurse indicated a sign on the door which said, 'TB on ward. No unauthorised visitors.' 'And?' Agnes said. *You can read, can't you?' 'I assume parish visiting counts as authorised,' said Agnes sharply. The nurse took in Agnes's smart, short haircut, the crisp white shirt and the silk black jacket with matching trousers, and allowed a shadow of doubt to pass, sneer-like, across her face. 'Parish?' she said. Tm standing in for Father Julius, who has the flu, and I've a long list of patients to see, Kathleen McAleer being one of them, and I'd prefer not to waste any more of my time/ said Agnes, biting back anger at having to justify her presence to this small-minded woman who appeared to view any human contact as an obstacle to the efficient administration of her wards. The sneer became open hostility. 'Dear Father Julius/ she breathed. 'Do send him my best regards, and say I hope he comes back to work soon. And as for Kathleen McAleer -' she smiled her superiority — 'well, you'll see.* With a whisk of apron she was gone. |
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