By Alan Bradley
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Alan Bradley, writer of the main award-winning sequence debut of any 12 months, returns with one other impossible to resist Flavia de Luce novel
In the hamlet of Bishop's Lacey, the insidiously smart and unflappable eleven-year-old sleuth Flavia de Luce had requested a Gypsy girl to inform her fortune--never looking ahead to to later stumble around the terrible soul, bludgeoned nearly to loss of life within the wee hours in her personal caravan. used to be this an act of retribution via these confident that the soothsayer kidnapped an area baby years in the past? definitely Flavia is familiar with the bliss of settling rankings; revenge is a pleasant hobby while one has odious older sisters. yet how may perhaps this crime be attached to the lacking child? because the purple herrings pile up, Flavia needs to kind via clues fishy and foul to untangle darkish deeds and unsafe secrets.
BONUS: This version comprises an excerpt from Alan Bradley's I Am Half-Sick of Shadows.
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He was a dark shadow, always threatening. His power was so great that he’d turned island life upside-down, just by being there. ‘You’re imagining things,’ said Hester. ‘You should be more worried about the curfew. Going all that way! What if the soldiers catch you? You could go to gaol! ’ ‘Oh, yes, Mr George gave me seven shillings. ’ She reached into her pocket. Alice waved her away. ‘Take it to your father, Gracie. ’ ‘I don’t want to see him,’ said Gracie. 34 Gracie & the Emperor-pp 31/3/03 3:13 PM Page 35 Five Though Gracie’s work didn’t start until 8 o’clock, she chose to walk to The Briars each afternoon in daylight.
People like her. Someone had stepped in to give her better working hours, and she couldn’t help wondering ... At times like this, Gracie felt her mother looking over 60 Gracie & the Emperor-pp 31/3/03 3:13 PM Page 61 her shoulder. She slipped back the blanket and lit a candle, so she could see to write. Hester stirred in her bed. ’ Gracie dropped the pen and covered the paper with her hand. ’ ‘But you are! ’ Gracie blushed. ’ It was almost true. She wouldn’t be sending the letter. Dear Bonaparte, she had written.
You could roam the paths of St Helena and never see a soldier. One man had changed all that. Because of Bonaparte, everyone’s freedom was restricted. Like a hunted animal, Gracie stole down the road to Jamestown. She flitted from shadow to shadow, crouched in gutters and flattened herself under bushes. When she stumbled and fell, she didn’t cry out but lay without flinching till it was safe to move again. The Kendrews’ house, at the end of the chase, was not just a home but a haven. ’ Hester said next morning.
A Red Herring Without Mustard (Flavia de Luce Mysteries, Book 3) by Alan Bradley