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The Pale Companion - Philip Gooden
2002 UK hardback first edition, 1st impression, Constable, London
A fine unread book in fine unclipped dust jacket
No names, inscriptions or stamps
Tightly bound and square with clean contents and cloth
The dustwrapper has no loss or tears
A Shakespearean mystery set in 1601 and features the series character Nick Revill, highly recommended to enthusiasts of historical mysteries
A lovely copy
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Synopsis
The murderer straddled the prone body. He watched his victim closely, alert for the slightest sign of life. There was a twitch from an outflung arm, a spasm in a sprawled leg. The man who was still standing raised his club in the air, ready to bring it down once more on his victim's head. But there was no need. The other was safely dead, and all those little shifts and shivers were no more than the dregs of life departing from him, A dark thick red pooled from where his skull had been stove~in. The murderer, who had been wholly absorbed in his task up to this point, now began to take in his surroundings. Dusk was falling. Shadows were gathering in corners. He glanced uneasily to the right, then the left. There! What was that crouching in the underwood? Whose were those gleaming eyes? Did they belong to a beast of the field — or a human witness? He moved uncertainly in that direction before some sound spun him round to face danger from the opposite quarter. He lifted his club, then lowered it once more. He waited. Flicked a glance down towards the corpse. Started to realize the need for concealment. Awkwardly, still clutching the club tightly enough to throttle it, he bent down and nudged and tugged the body towards a nearby bush. No time to dispose of it properly. He would leave it to be buried in the maws of kites and crows, of bears and wolves. They would do his filthy work for him.

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