The Prayer of the Night Shepherd
- Book ID
- 127098272
- Publisher
- Corvus
- Year
- 2004
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 369 KB
- Category
- Standards
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
A crumbling hotel on the border of England and Wales, a suggestion of inherited evil, a mystifying love affair… and the long–disputed origins of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s
The Hound of the Baskervilles
. It’s all endlessly fascinating for young Jane Watkins, flushed with the freedom of her first weekend job. But the sinister side becomes increasingly apparent to Jane’s mother, Merrily, diocesan exorcist for Herford. And the snow is coming. And a killing. Altogether, one of the most original and atmospheric crime novels you’ll read this year.
✦ Subjects
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