So now on to books. These are the last group of books I purchased in Victoria, this time at Russell Books on Fort Street. I always try to visit there when we drop in to Victoria for a visit.
Russell Books
"In Jazz Funeral, Julie Smith once again takes us behind the scenes in New Orleans, with a multi-faceted story of murder, music, and family sorrow. This time, homicide detective Skip Langdon finds herself trying to solve the stabbing death of the universally beloved producer of the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival. To confuse the case further, the victim's sixteen-year-old sister has disappeared, and Skip suspects that if the young woman isn't herself the murderer, she's in mortal danger from the person who is. With her long-distance love, Steve Steinman, and her landlord, Jimmy Dee, to assist her, Skip trails an elusive killer through the steamy city that Julie Smith has claimed as her own fictional territory."
"Starring Albert Campion, bland, blue-eyed, deceptively vague professional adventurer, and Great Aunt Caroline, that formidable and exquisite old lady, ruling an ancient household heavy with evil. Uncle Andrew is dead, shot through the head. Cousin George, the black sheep, is skulking round corners. Aunt Julia is poisoned, Uncle William attacked. And terror invades an old Cambridge residence."
"In 1941, Hitler's deadly Bismarck, the fastest battleship afloat, broke out into the Atlantic. Its mission: to cut the lifeline of British shipping and win the war with one mighty blow. How the Royal Navy tried to meet this threat and its desperate attempt to bring the giant Bismarck to bay is the story C. S. Forester tells with mounting excitement and suspense."
"Lovejoy - unscrupulous conniver, feckless lecher, and more important, gifted visionary who loves beautiful antiques more than life itself - marshals all of his diverse skills to revenge the murder of an old friend. Jonathan Gash's entertaining expertise covers everything from Queen Anne baby walkers and stump-work boxes to the ultimate antique: the hand-hammered silver Reverse Gadroon. This bawdy fast-paced adventure - in which the all-time scamp must confront an international ring of antiques smugglers and murderers - is an entertaining delight from start to finish."
"Just after lunch on a Tuesday in April, nine feet under water, police diver Flea Marley closes her gloved fingers around a human hand. The fact that there's no body attached is disturbing enough. Yet more disturbing is the discovery, a day later, of the matching hand. Both have been recently amputated, and the indications are that the victim was still alive when they were removed.
DI Jack Caffery has been newly seconded to the Major Crime Investigation Unit in Bristol. He and Flea soon establish that the hands belong to a boy who has recently disappeared.
Their search for him - and for his abductor - lead them into the darkest recesses of Bristol's underworld, where drug addiction is rife, where street-kids sell themselves for a hit, and where an ancient evil lurks; an evil that feeds off the blood - and flesh - of others ..."
"When a millionaire matriarch is found floating face-down in the family pool, the prime suspects are her good-for-nothing son and his seductive teenage daughter. In The Drowning Pool, Lew Archer takes this case in the L.A. suburbs and encounters a moral wasteland of corporate greed and family hatred--and sufficient motive for a dozen murders."
"A homicide in the 87th Precinct wasn't exactly front-page news. But two murders made headlines. Both added up to big trouble. Pretty redhead Annie Boone lay face-down on a liquor store floor, surrounded by broken bottles and riddled with bullets. The boys of the 87th didn't have a suspect without an iron-tight alibi."
"Spenser earned his degree in the school of hard knocks, so he is ready when a Boston university hires him to recover a rare, stolen manuscript. He is hardly surprised that his only clue is a radical student with four bullets in his chest.
The cops are ready to throw the book at the pretty blond coed whose prints are all over the murder weapon but Spenser knows there are no easy answers. He tackles some very heavy homework and knows that if he doesn't finish his assignment soon, he could end up marked "D" -- for dead."
"Mistress in the Garden of Death...
It was a garden of terrible beauty. Deadly human insects lurked beneath its carnivorous shrubs. Poisonous pollen drifted gently on the breeze. The gardeners held the fixed stare of the living dead; while from the window of an ancient villa, gentle gray eyes watched in helpless terror!
A plague swept out of this garden; the entire Mediterranean in its murderous grasp. yet the lovely girl with the soft gray eyes could not raise a finger to stop the carnage which already raged along the seacoast--that would in time envelop the entire world. For she was mistress in this garden of death... The Bride of Fu Manchu!"
"The Sleeping Venus.
It appeared to be a life-size porcelain figure, carefully painted and of incredible beauty. Yet it masked the treacherous work of a master of terror!
Frozen on the carved altar, as cold as the clay she was arranged to represent, Dr. Petrie's beautiful daughter, Fleurette, slept as one dead.
While somewhere in the fog strewn corners of London, her fiancée, Alan sterling, and the fearless commissioner Nayland Smith raced against magic and time to unravel the threads of her mysterious disappearance. Each step bringing them closer to death on--The Trail of Fu Manchu!"
So there you go. Enjoy your Victoria Day long weekend!
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