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Suffer Little Children - Peter Tremayne
1995 English hardback first edition, 1st impression, Headline, London A near fine unread book in fine unclipped dust jacket No names or stamps etc, light page tanning as ever with this publisher Tightly bound and square, clean contents and cloth The jacket has no loss or tears Sister Fidelma has to figure out who is responsible for a brutal murder and also prevent a war between to nations - no pressure then ! A nice clean copy, the third in the series and probably the rarest one For Sale at £75 (approx $127) *P3 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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The Monk Who Vanished - Peter Tremayne
1999 UK hardcover first edition, 1st issue, Headline, London A near fine book in unclipped dustwrapper No names or stamps etc, Tightly bound and square, clean contents and cloth The jacket has no loss or tears Sister Fidelma and Brother Eadulf investigate the disappearance of an old monk and also some very important relics. Anothe excellent Celtic mystery A clean solid copy and a scarce book For Sale at £40 (approx $68) *P8 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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The storm broke with sudden violence. The white flash of lightning heralded a crash of angry thunder. A moment later the rain began to fall in heavy, icy droplets. The horse and rider had just emerged from the shelter of a forest and halted on a ridge overlooking a broad, low level plain. The rider was a woman, clad in a long, brown woollen cloak and hood, thick and warm, wrapping her body against the late autumnal chill. She turned her gaze to the sky, unafraid of the frenzy of the tempest. The clouds were dark grey, rolling close to the ground and obscuring the distant mountain tops like a mist. Here and there, against this background, were patches of darker, scudding clouds, black and ominous, bringing the threatening thunder with them. The woman blinked as the cold rain splattered against her face; it was chilly to the point of being painful. Her face was youthful, attractive without being pretty, and with rebellious strands of red hair streaking from under the hood of her cloak across her broad forehead. There was a faint hint of freckles on the pale skin. The eyes seemed momentarily grey, reflecting the colour of the sombre skies, yet when the lightning flashed there was a hint of green fire in them. She sat her horse with a youthful agility, her tall figure firmly in control of the restless animal. A closer examination would have revealed the silver crucifix hung around her neck and the habit of a religieuse hidden by the heavy riding cloak and hood. |
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