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Fiction.
Literature.
Mystery.
A dedicated man is dead in the Yorkshire dales-a former university professor, wealthy historian, and archaeologist who loved his adopted village. It is a particularly heinous slaying, considering the esteem in which the victim, Harry Steadman, was held by his neighbors and colleagues-by everyone, it seems, except the one person who bludgeoned the life out of the respected scholar and left him half-buried in a farmer's field. Detective Chief Inspector Alan Banks left the violence of London behind for what he hoped would be the peaceful life of a country policeman. But the brutality of Steadman's murder only reinforces one ugly, indisputable truth: that evil can flourish in even the most bucolic of settings. There are dangerous secrets hidden in the history of this remote Yorkshire community that have already led to one death. And Banks will have to plumb a dark and shocking local past to find his way to a killer...before yesterday's sins cause more blood to be shed.… (más)
El cadáver de Harry, un hombre muy querido por los vecinos de Helmthorpe, ha aparecido a medio enterrar en las afueras del pueblo. ¿Quién diablos pudo asesinar a alguien tan amable y trabajador? Está visto que los parajes más apacibles no se escapan de la brutalidad, que en cualquier pueblecito anodino se esconden secretos al menos escandalosos. Y Banks, que se marchó de Londres para llevar una vida tranquila y contemplativa de un policía rural, tendrá que escarbar a conciencia en el paisaje sino quiere que otro muerto lo arruine.
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They were right, my dear, all those voices were right And still are; this land is not the sweet home that it looks, Nor its peace the historical calm of a site Where something was settled once and for all . . .
W. H. AUDEN 'In Praise of Limestone'
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For Jan
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When the sun rose high enough to clear the slate roofs on the other side of the street, it crept though a chink in Sally Lumb's curtains and lit on a strand of gold-blonde hair that curled over her cheek.
Citas
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Above them, as all traces of the sun disappeared, Crow Scar began to gleam like bone in the light of the rising moon.
Fiction.
Literature.
Mystery.
A dedicated man is dead in the Yorkshire dales-a former university professor, wealthy historian, and archaeologist who loved his adopted village. It is a particularly heinous slaying, considering the esteem in which the victim, Harry Steadman, was held by his neighbors and colleagues-by everyone, it seems, except the one person who bludgeoned the life out of the respected scholar and left him half-buried in a farmer's field. Detective Chief Inspector Alan Banks left the violence of London behind for what he hoped would be the peaceful life of a country policeman. But the brutality of Steadman's murder only reinforces one ugly, indisputable truth: that evil can flourish in even the most bucolic of settings. There are dangerous secrets hidden in the history of this remote Yorkshire community that have already led to one death. And Banks will have to plumb a dark and shocking local past to find his way to a killer...before yesterday's sins cause more blood to be shed.
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