**_Apprentice healer Lassair heads on a perilous journey north in the absorbing new Aelf Fen medieval mystery._**** October, 1093. Two young men have been brutally beaten to death; a third viciously attacked. All three men are of similar appearance. But could there be another connection? Lassair
The Rufus Spy: A Medieval Mystical Mystery
โ Scribed by Clare, Alys
- Publisher
- Severn House Publishers Ltd
- Year
- 2018
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 157 KB
- Series
- Aelf Fen Medieval Mystery
- Edition
- First World Publication
- Category
- Fiction
- City
- London
- ISBN
- 1780109261
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โฆ Synopsis
Apprentice healer Lassair heads on a perilous journey north in the absorbing new Aelf Fen medieval mystery.October, 1093. Two young men have been brutally beaten to death; a third viciously attacked. All three men are of similar appearance. But could there be another connection?Lassair meanwhile has agreed to accompany her former lover Rollo on a perilous journey north in search of King William. On their trail is a skilled, relentless and ruthless assassin. Who is he ? and why has he targeted Rollo? If they are to survive, the hunted must become the hunters: Rollo and Lassair must lure their pursuer to the treacherous fenland terrain Lassair knows so well and turn the tables on their would-be killer.
โฆ Subjects
Electronic books
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