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Hunting Jan Tregeagle

Hunting Jan Tregeagle

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Three ghostly Cornish tales delivered with a frisson of ice and humour.

 

 

THE 13th SUSPECT

 

Psychic Kenny is enjoying a festive break in a Cornish castle when he finds himself at the centre of a mystery over a stolen diamond. With twelve suspects under castle arrest, finding the culprit won't be easy. Especially when the thief may be someone that no-one alive—or dead—can identify.

 

 

HUNTING JAN TREGEAGLE

 

While out on Bodmin Moor, Ettie and Curtis’s walking group is caught in a blistering downpour. Is the mysterious cave in which they find refuge linked to King Arthur as rumour has it? Or to something much further from romantic legend?

 

 

THE ONE-EYED MAN

 

It’s the Annual Brifon Festival and Zak Delancey already has enough problems. His mother is an enraged psychic, his father is going blind, and his twin brother Chad is haunting them. Their new gardeners are all convicts, and one of them is hunting his daughter’s killer. But everything will go smoothly for the final festivities, right?

  • Excerpt

    (From "The 13th Suspect")

     

    “Here above the town of Camelford, Merelyne Hall makes its own claim to the legendary romance of King Arthur. Within these ancient walls, the past challenges the present with knightly chivalry and the present concedes with a courtly bow.”

     

    The Scottish brogue beside me cut through our guide’s metaphysical delights. “Come now, laddie,” it burred in my ear, “ye’ll simply be returning the Munandi Stone to its rightful owners.”

     

    As usual, my brother Taiwo had faded into the background, which was his safe harbour for whenever Merry McIntyre showed up. Merry was the worst kind of client: a speed demon impatient to settle old wrongs. But my greatest priority for the time being was spending—exclusively—some of the Yuletide season on this Cornish Advent Tour, with my one and only sibling.


    Merry, however, had other priorities in mind, such as examining Merelyne Hall’s collection of jewellery—specifically, the famous Isolde Diamond. I tried to keep my irritation down as I turned to her.

     

    “I’ve said I’ll look, Merry, but I’m not here to nick the china. If I chased up every claim about pilfered heirlooms that came my way, I’d have a lawsuit against the Vatican City, several disinterred regents, a Tower of London stripped bare, and ninety-five disembowelled teddy bears.”

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