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The Strong Poison - Tony Strong
1997 UK hardback first edition, first impression, Doubleday, London A fine book in fine unclipped dust jacket The book has no names or stamps etc The jacket has no loss or tears A woman goes back to Oxford to study detective fiction, only to find herself embroiled in a real life murder mystery, the author excellent debut book A lovely copy and not common For Sale at £17 (approx $28) *P4 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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The Death Pit - Tony Strong
1999 UK hardback first edition, first impression, Doubleday, London A fine book in fine price clipped dust wrapper A very nice copy For Sale at £9 (approx $15) *W11 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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The Death Pit - SIGNED - Tony Strong
1999 UK hardback first edition, first impression, Doubleday, London A fine unread book in fine unclipped dust jacket Signed on the title page by the author, also with original promo band Nother names etc A lovely as new copy For Sale at £18 (approx $30) *P4 - free delivery worldwide ! |
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The woman who stepped shivering off the train onto platform two of Inverness station was in her late twenties. Her hair - a mop of black ringlets, dishevelled by sleep - had been pulled back roughly and stuffed through an elastic tie. The suitcases and backpack she was manoeuvring onto the platform were evidently heavy: her arms shook as she picked them up and staggered towards the ticket barrier. A small knot of people had gathered there,^ome holding cards on which were scribbled the names of those they were meeting, and she scanned them slowly. 'Therese Williams?' She turned. The question had come from a man of about forty-five or so, wearing jeans and a waxed jacket. 'Yes. You must be Mr McCulloch.' 'Magnus, please.' He offered his hand and she put down the cases to shake it. 'And most people call me Terry.' She spoke politely enough; but her handshake, he noticed, was listless and brief, as if she did not care to touch him for longer than was absolutely necessary. 'Pleased to meet you, Terry. Here, let me.* He took one of the cases and swore jovially in a soft Scottish accent. 'Jesus! Feels like you've packed an entire wardrobe in here.' 'They're books,' she said flatly. 'For my research.' 'Oh, of course. Anyway, the car's out here.' Slightly taken aback by the coolness of her manner, he led her to an old Land Rover, parked on a double-yellow just outside the station. Rain pattered softly on the canvas roof. She shivered again. 'Hop in, won't you?' he said, noticing. Til see to these.' He started to hump her luggage into the back. |
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