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'A pleasing, and unusual mixture of suspense and historical fiction.' Evening Standard 'Soothing, but no shortage of mayhem.' The Observer 'A cult figure of crime fiction.' Financial Times
Jennifer Bassett is Series Editor of the Oxford Bookworms Collection, for which she has written original stories One-Way Ticket and The President's Murderer.
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