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When the quiet Little Vestry of St. Matthew's Church becomes the blood-soaked scene of a double murder, Scotland Yard Commander Adam Dalgliesh faces an intriguing conundrum: How did an upper-crust Minister come to lie, slit throat to slit throat, next to a neighborhood derelict of the lowest order? Challenged with the investigation of a crime that appears to have endless motives, Dalgliesh explores the sinister web spun around a half-burnt diary and a violet-eyed widow who is pregnant and full of malice--all the while hoping to fill the gap of logic that joined these two disparate men in bright red death. . . .
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A Taste for Death, Phyllis Dorothy James
- Language
- Released
- 1986
- Binding
- (Hardcover),
- Book condition
- Good
- Price
- €8.19
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- Title
- A Taste for Death
- Language
- English
- Authors
- Phyllis Dorothy James
- Publisher
- Faber and Faber
- Released
- 1986
- Format
- Hardcover
- Pages
- 454
- ISBN10
- 0571137997
- ISBN13
- 9780571137992
- Series
- Adam Dalgliesh
- Tags
- Politics, Relationships, Murders, British Literature, Death, England, Great Britain, English Literature, Adapted for Film, London, Church, Family relationships, Riddles, Suicide, Aristocracy, nobility, Scandals and Affairs, Brutality
- First published
- 1986
- Original title
- A Taste for Death
- Rating
- 4 out of 5
- Description
- When the quiet Little Vestry of St. Matthew's Church becomes the blood-soaked scene of a double murder, Scotland Yard Commander Adam Dalgliesh faces an intriguing conundrum: How did an upper-crust Minister come to lie, slit throat to slit throat, next to a neighborhood derelict of the lowest order? Challenged with the investigation of a crime that appears to have endless motives, Dalgliesh explores the sinister web spun around a half-burnt diary and a violet-eyed widow who is pregnant and full of malice--all the while hoping to fill the gap of logic that joined these two disparate men in bright red death. . . .