Death Warmed Over

Would using magic to entice my client to tell me what she wanted make me a bad person? Because, after my third visit to her rather ostentatious mansion on the edge of town, sketching seemingly endless variations of poses I could have easily done from photos instead of live sittings, I was ready to tell her I was donezo. Charlotte Easton didn't seem to notice my growing irritation at yet another wasted two hours watching her fiddle and fidget in the dark blue gown she chose (from a long line of clothing already worn and then discarded), substantial bosom on the verge of bursting from the low-cut satin making me wince as she shifted yet again on the crushed velvet daybed she'd decided (after many other locations had been sampled and rejected) was today's selection for my fresh torment. Listen. I'm a patient person for the most part. But sheesh already. Phoebe Monday's portrait commission turns to murder when her client's father turns up dead. The problem with...
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Linda Carlton's Ocean Flight

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Traffic in Souls: A Novel of Crime and Its Cure

Traffic in Souls - A Novel of Crime and Its Cure is presented here in a high quality paperback edition. This popular classic work by Eustace Hale Ball is in the English language, and may not include graphics or images from the original edition. If you enjoy the works of Eustace Hale Ball then we highly recommend this publication for your book collection.
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Anointest My Head With Oil

Things heat up for Cindy and Jeremiah when an arsonist strikes close to home. With Hanukkah upon them they will learn a lot more about each other and what the future might hold for them. Meanwhile, Mark is still grappling with the fallout from everything he's learned about his former partner. Is he jumping at shadows or is there a very real threat to his family?
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David's Little Lad

This is the Story within the Story.Yes, I, Gwladys, must write it down; the whole country has heard of it, the newspapers have been full of it, and from the highest to the lowest in the land, people have spoken of the noble deed done by a few Welsh miners. But much as the country knows, and glad and proud as the country is, I don’t think she knows quite all—not exactly what mother and I know; she does not know the heart history of those ten days. This is the story within the other well-known story, which I want to write here.On a certain sunny afternoon in September, 1876, I was seated up in the window of the old nursery. I say in the window, for I had got my body well up on the deep oak seat, had flattened my nose against the pane, and was gazing with a pair of dismal eyes down on the sea, and on some corn-fields and hay-fields, which in panoramic fashion stretched before my vision.Yes, I was feeling gloomy, and my first remark, after an interval of silence, was decidedly in keeping with my face and heart.“Gwen,” I said, “what is it to be buried alive?” Gwen, who was singing her charge to sleep to a lively Welsh air, neither heeded nor heard me.“Gwen!” I repeated in a louder key.“Men are false and oft ungrateful, Derry derry dando,”sang Gwen, rocking the baby, as she sang, in the most dexterous manner.Gwen had a beautiful voice, and I liked the old air, so I stayed my impatient question to listen.“Maids are coy and oft deceitful, Derry derry dando, Few there are who love sincerely, Down a derry down.Say not so, I love thee dearly, Derry derry down down, Derry down down derry.”“None but thee torment and teaze me, Derry derry dando,”I shouted in my impetuous manner, and leaving my seat, I went noisily to her side.“Gwen, I will be heard. I have not another soul to speak to, and you are so cross and disagreeable. What is it to be buried alive?”“’Tis just like you, Gwladys,” said Gwen, rising indignantly. “Just after two hours of it, when I was getting the darling precious lamb off to sleep, you’ve gone and awoke him. Dear, dear! good gracious! there never was such a maid!”Gwen retired with the disturbed and wailing baby into the night nursery, and I was left alone.“None but thee torment and teaze me, Derry derry dando,”I sang after her.fiction, classic, novel, boy, action, adventure, childrenCONTENTSThis is the Story within the Story.David, I am Tired of Tynycymmer.Some Day, you will See that he is Noble.Owen is Coming Home.Why did you Hesitate?Gwen’s Dream.Very New and very Interesting.I said I would do much for these Children.Earth Air Fire Water.Little Twenty.They Talked of Money.You are Changed to me.Pride’s Pit.The Eye-Well.That Man was Owen.The Little Lad.Sight to the Blind.Our Father.A Rich Vein of Coal.The Jordan River.The Lord was not in the Wind.The Lord was not in the Fire.After the Fire—A Still, Small Voice.
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How to Get Away with Myrtle

Before the train has left the station, England’s most accomplished new detective already is on a suspect’s trail, and readers will be delighted to travel along.   Myrtle Hardcastle has no desire to go on a relaxing travel excursion with her aunt Helena when there are More Important things to be done at home, like keeping close tabs on criminals and murder trials. Unfortunately, she has no say in the matter. So off Myrtle goes—with her governess, Miss Judson, and cat, Peony, in tow—on a fabulous private railway coach headed for the English seaside.   Myrtle is thrilled to make the acquaintance of Mrs. Bloom, a professional insurance investigator aboard to protect the priceless Northern Lights tiara. But before the train reaches its destination, both the tiara and Mrs. Bloom vanish. When Myrtle arrives, she and Peony discover a dead body in the baggage car. Someone has been murdered—with Aunt Helena’s...
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Death in Holy Orders

On a desolate stretch of the East Anglian coast, high atop a sweep of cliffs, sits the theological college of St. Anselm's. Down below, smothered by a fall of sand, lies the body of a young ordinand, the son of a powerful business mogul who wants Scotland Yard to investigate his death. Dalgliesh, doubting there is much to uncover in the case, agrees to go, motivated only by a desire to revisit a place where he spent several happy summers in his boyhood. Yet no sooner does he arrive than the college is torn apart by a sacrilegious murder and Dalgliesh finds himself embroiled in one of the most puzzling and horrific cases of his career: no one is above suspicion, and suspects abound. Elevated beyond the great classic detective stories of the Golden Age by the power of the writing, "Death in Holy Orders grips and moves us from beginning to end, blessed with extraordinary psychological and emotional richness. The memorable characters and the wonderfully evoked wild coastal setting and religious world in which the action takes place demonstrate yet again why P.D. James ranks as one of the great novelists of our time.
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Blood Reckoning

What should be a lazy Saturday for Agent Jade Monroe turns out to be anything but. Wakened by an urgent call from her partner, she's told that she won't have the day off after all—five homeless people have been murdered overnight. Days later, five more people are found murdered, including the daughter of Milwaukee's mayor. Police discover that every victim had a loved one with connections to the mayor himself. Finding out why becomes a daunting task, and nobody in the mayor's circle is talking. Is there a murder cover-up in play, and if so, what does it have to do with Mayor Kent, a member of both Milwaukee's upper echelon and one of the most wealthy families in the state? The answers will come, but at what cost? Jade has to solve the murders, but doing so will involve the biggest risk of her life. FBI Agent Jade Monroe Live or Die Series books are listed in chronological order...
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