Grace Hollister is vacationing—under guise of researching her dissertation on the Romantic poets—in the English Lake District when she stumbles upon her first (but not her last) body. Before long she’s involved in kidnapping, murder, and the hunt for what she firmly believes is a lost work by Lord Byron.
Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / GeneralFirst in a four book series. The first books have been out of print for several years (the entire series will be listed eventually for translation). High Rhymes went into two printings and was a Mystery Guild selection.
The English edition will be available in ebook, print and audio. My website, etc. is in the process of being redone.
It was six o’clock in the evening. The thunder had retreated into the distance, but the rain continued to drum down on the roof in a ceaseless tattoo. Not the gentle April showers of home, this, but a dirty deluge that turned the narrow streets of Missolonghi to a stagnant swamp. A shutter banged in a gust of wind that whispered through the window casement and sent the candle on the writing table guttering. In its dying light the words written on the unfinished letter already seemed faded and old: My Dearest Augusta…
A small flat wooden box rested on the table beside the letter.
Outside in the hall, the servants were weeping. The man in the bed did not hear them. Sleep had turned to coma, easing the lines of pain and exhaustion on the chiseled face.
It was still a beautiful face, a famous face, though a long way from home and those who knew him best. His chestnut curls were damp. Sweat beaded his cold, pale face. The feverish murmurs had stopped now. The sensitive sardonic mouth was silent. The brilliant, expressive eyes had closed for the last time.
In the streets below, the dogs began to howl.
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Already translated.
Translated by Rosa Sanz
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