This book doesn't come up in a title search, even if you combine a keyword from the title and the author's name. I had to search for it by ISBN #. [2015--this seems to have been corrected]Up until the middle of this book in the series, the Sheriff of Shropshire is Gilbert Prestcote. He's not p...
Yet another Brother Cadfael mystery; but this one is set mostly in Wales, which suits Brother Cadfael (born Cadfael ap Meilyr ap Dafydd, in the Welsh Kingdom of Gwynedd) just fine. This mystery also introduces Brother Mark, once the protegé of Brother Cadfael in the Abbey, and now deacon to Roger...
"Une abbaye bénédictine peut-elle décemment attirer les foules sans reliques consacrées ? Non, répond le prieur de Shrewsbury, en cet an de grâce 1138. Qu'à cela ne tienne, le pays de Galles voisin a des saints pour chaque jour de l'année, et même plus ! Sainte Winifred, bien négligée par ses voi...
Frustrante: Ellis Peters 2 Vasco Ribeiro 1Mais uma vez me enganei em quem era o assassino. É certo que lanço o meu palpite muito cedo, mas também se o fizesse com as pistas todas não teria qualquer graça. E é que não posso acusar a autora de traição dizendo que a solução do mistério esteja sem ló...
Quarta indagine di fratello Cadfael (anche se è stata pubblicata come quinta).Fuori dall'abbazia si sta svolgendo la fiera si San Pietro, tre giorni in cui le strade di Shrewsbury si riempiono di mercanti e merci rare. Quando il mastro vinaio viene ritrovato morto, i sospetti ricadono sul figlio ...
For my full review: http://girlwithherheadinabook.co.uk/2...This book fulfills the ‘published in the year you were born’ obligation for my 2015 Reading Challenge – but really, I was long overdue for another Brother Cadfael mystery. I have mentioned before that I am easily scared and gore really ...
If I hadn't known this was a Brother Cadfael book, I probably wouldn't have read it. I was seriously turned off by the title. And if I'd seen the tv version before I read the book, I DEFINITELY wouldn't have read it. The tv versions of Brother Cadfael are of varying quality, and this one is de...
When an obnoxious former Nazi land-worker is murdered in the small English village of Comerford, Chad Wedderburn, classics master and hero of the Resistance in WWII, is accused of the murder. But none of his students believes he is guilty, including Dominic Felse, who discovered the body. Dominic...
Women tend to be nearly invisible in medieval stories. Peters wasn't so bad about this, but even she drops into it occasionally. Thus in the previous book (The Heretic's Apprentice) there's a mention in one paragraph of a maid who appears nowhere else in the book.This irregular invisibility is ...
In mid-October 1142, a pupil at the abbey loses his father. This is probably not the only case of a person injured in battle who died months or years later. We tend to assume that people either die of their injuries or they survive--but this was not so safe an assumption at the time--compare wi...
One of the charms of the Brother Cadfael series is the feel for routine experiences, craft methods, etc.This book deals with a poisonous atmosphere of compulsory orthodoxy. It also gives a fairly good description of the art of making vellum.I should say that there's one aspect of the books that ...
This edition begins with a tip-in preface, announcing the death of Ellis Peters in 1995. The book was in final stages of publication, and the news of her death arrived, the preface says, after it was too late to change the capsule biography at the end. Which is not why I didn't read this until ...
Take an assortment of singular characters, one missing person and a generous helping of archaeology; when you blend them together you’ll likely get something like this, a whodunit by Ellis Peters set in her favourite area — the Welsh Marches — and based on the ruins of a fictional Roman city that...
Again, this volume is unsearchable by title. Searching by title only comes up with multivolume sets. It's necessary to search by ISBN# to come up with the individual volume. [2015--this has apparently been repaired]Too many of the books in this series have the exact same cover picture, especial...
W*O*N*D*E*R*F*U*L S*T*O*R*Y !!!!!!First I read A Morbid Taste for Bones, and yeah I liked it. Then I listened to the dramatization version on BBC Radio of The Virgin in the Ice. Njah, I really wasn't turned on. BUT, dear Gundula, told me to try another, so I did! I tried St. Peter's Fair. No...
In December, 1141, the wheel has spun again, and this time left Stephen on the throne, if shakily. He begins shoring up his lead by gathering ecclesiastical and worldly authorities together to support him. This means that Abbot Radulfus has to go first, to (another!) legatine council, and then ...
As usual in this series, this book begins with a date (December 1142), and with a summary of faraway events in the ongoing civil war between Empress Maud and King Stephen. "All to do over again" is the essence of it. But there's a hint of a possible solution, with the arrival of the 10-year-old...
Mais uma aventura do Irmão Cadfael, que na realidade são duas histórias que se cruzam.Uma é a aventura do tesouro da Imperatriz maud, a outra o assassínio de um pagem. Desilusão para mim, porque não descobri quem foi o assassino. Ele era tão simpático ao longo do livro! Mas concedo que no raciocí...
The knocker hung on a very special door - oak, heavy, with a late-Gothic arch, and apparently a late-Gothic curse. Then the door was moved from an old house, once an abbey, to the village church. Legend held that sinners who seized the knocker had their hands burned by the cold iron. But Gerry Br...
1st Recorded Reading: July 2003Once again Brother Cadfael saves the day, solves murder most foul (is there any other kind?) and furthers the course of deserving young love. He is lucky that Abbot Radulfus does not make him stay at the Abbey like most of the other monks, or else it would have to b...
I saw an Ellis Peters book on Bookmooch and mooched it. I mentioned I loved her writing and the bookmoocher offered me another book too - which was this one. I assumed it is the first of the "Inspector Felse" series, as Domonic Felse is not an Inspector but a student, but looking up the sequence ...
Romances policiais inteligentes e diferentes pelo contexto e pela época.As personagens são coerentes e as histórias fazem sentido. os leitores têm uma parte na descoberta da solução do problema, porque a autora nos dá espaço para isso, ao não nos anunciar demasiado diretamente como Cadfael faz as...
When George Felse finds himself called away to London on urgent police business, his wife Bunty is left alone feeling depressed on the eve of her 41st birthday. To shake off her black mood she goes out to the local pub where a chance meeting places her in deadly danger.
Singers and musicians are gathered for a course in folk music that will occupy a weekend in the fantastic country mansion called Follymead. Most come only to sing or to listen, but one or two have non-musical scores to settle. When brilliantly talented Liri Palmer sings “Black, black, black is th...
I do so love Ellis Peters. I know she sold a gazillion Brother Cadfael books and so one really can't pity her, but I still think she is under appreciated. Her contemporary mysteries are so good. The writing is clean and lovely and sad. Every book is a meditation on mortality. They're about t...
A collection of mystery tales starring cats from the pages of Ellery Queen's mystery magazine and Alfred Hitchcock's mystery magazine, featuring contributions from Lilian Jackson Braun, Ellis Peters, Dorothy L. Sayers, P.G. Wodehouse, Sandra Woodruff; A.H.Z. Carr; Phyllis Bentley; Edward D. Hoch;...
When world famous singer Maggie Tressider crashes her car on the way to a concert, she wakes up in hospital, dazed, in a post-operative shock - and haunted. From some secret place in her subconscious arises the awful conviction that somehow, at some time in the past she has been responsible for a...
SAID Jean Armiger, “I’ve heard the news. It’s in the noon papers, you know. I’ve been expecting you.”She was a slender dark girl, with short black hair clustering closely round a bold, shapely head. Her face was short, broad and passionate, and her spirit was high. She couldn’t be more than twent...
Those trusting intimacies which had once passed between Cadfael and Olivier, on a winter night in Bromfield priory, were unknown still to Hugh, and there was a mysterious constraint still that prevented Olivier from openly recalling them. The greetings they exchanged were warm but brief, only the...
He let them go. Why not? They had already spoken all too eloquently, they had nothing to add. He turned to see Susanna withdrawing into the hall, and the little maidservant scurrying towards him, with a knotted bundle of cloth held out before her.“Mistress Susanna says, Dame Juliana wants these o...
All the internal filth of generations, cobwebs and dust and soot, had been discharged on top of him as the joints of the roof parted, but an outstretched arm had sheltered his head and face, and he was not only breathing, but spluttering out the dirt that had silted into mouth and nostrils. They ...
‘Not a step further forward than we were this morning. Several more reports of dented wings, none of ’em relevant. Rainbow played golf with his foursome, sure enough, and locked a briefcase firmly away while he did it, but as far as we can discover, no one even remotely connected with him was pla...
Maggie could hear across the water the sound of their fiddles and guitars, and the blown drifts of singing that grew beerier and gayer as the evening drew in. Several times during the dusk the guests had made brief exploratory sallies down to the water, the women like bright, blown petals swept a...
She saw his lips moving automatically over the incredible syllables, and understanding came in a late, disruptive agony, and set him shaking again.“My God, I wish that was even possible,” he said, panting, “but it’s crazy. Look, there were only two characters in all this lousy scene, Pippa and me...
She followed to the corner of the schoolroom, and there stood watching in silence as Tutilo mounted, and the little cavalcade filed out at the gate and turned along the Foregate. The broader track from the Horse Fair was better for riding; he would not have to pass by on the narrow path where he ...
said Professor Penrose, casting a lightning glance at his watch, which showed twenty minutes past twelve, and lifting the tone-arm delicately from his precious disc of Moravian Slovak recordings, “that we’ve at least established a basis for the name of our subject. I hope we can agree that it sho...
John of Longwood was a burly, bearded man of fifty, with a balding crown and neat, deliberate movements. He made a respectful obeisance to the abbot, and delivered his errand bluntly and practically, as one performing a duty but without committing himself to approval or disapproval. “My lord, Dam...
SAID MISS RACHEL, waiting for Paddy in the arched gateway of the kitchen-garden with silver-hilted stick at the slope, like a superannuated angel drafted to the gate of paradise in an emergency, “you are a thoroughly bad boy.”“Yes,” said Paddy in glum resignation, “I thought I should be.” He hois...
The nearest telephone was there, and the vicar had to know, in any case, and was by far the most suitable person to stand guard over the scene until the police arrived. The one thing everyone knows about the scene of a crime—especially a murder—is that nothing must be moved or touched until the w...
Under his arm Brother Elyas lay in exhausted sleep, sunk far too deep for dreaming, and briefly at peace. His breathing was quiet and steady. The boy felt rather than heard by its rhythm how strongly Elyas had survived the night that might well have killed him, tenacious even of a life that torme...
I was there myself, covering the story. During his lifetime, of course, Felipe had done everything he could to build himself up into a legend. There were all the tales about his lavish public life, his fabulous clothes, his beautiful friends, and the bare room where he hid himself when he went ho...
‘Shouldn’t we go into the living-room? It’s more comfortable there.’‘But Mr Kenyon—’ began Mrs Beck helplessly, and let the words trail vaguely away. An old, cold house, where was the paying guest to sit in peace if they appropriated the living-room?‘That’s all right,’ said Tom, torn between hast...
Gerd, turning with the matches in her hand, gave him a look so forbidding that at any other time he would have retired into a dazed silence, following her leads, saying what he believed she wanted of him; but now he stood and lowered his head at her, too, in his male indignation, and demanded men...
The thin line of his black moustache was quivering with agitation.‘Please, one moment! This is terrible… I do not know how… I am so sorry… such a distressing home-coming for my cousin. Let me at least fulfil my responsibilities thus belatedly. You understand, I could hardly believe, so suddenly, ...
The significant jerk of Dominic’s head drew them after him up the stairs, unresisting, to an urgent council of war.In the girls’ bedroom, secure from surprise at the far end of a creaky wooden corridor, Tossa sat down on her bed and unburdened herself of the whole story at last: how she had blund...
- Ellis Peters - Felse 11 @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } ElevenCape Comorin: Friday Evening« ^ »Beyond the garden, all grass and sand, they stepped out on to a metalled road. To the left it wound away along the coast, growing more confident and freer of sand with eve...