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When the quiet Little Vestry of St. Matthew's Church becomes the blood-soaked scene of a double murder, Scotland Yard Commander Adam Dalgliesh faces an intriguing conundrum: How did an upper-crust Minister come to lie, slit throat to slit throat, next to a neighborhood derelict of the lowest order? Challenged with the investigation of a crime that appears to have endless motives, Dalgliesh explores the sinister web spun around a half-burnt diary and a violet-eyed widow who is pregnant and full of malice--all the while hoping to fill the gap of logic that joined these two disparate men in bright red death. . . .
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A Taste for Death, Phyllis Dorothy James
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- Jaar van publicatie
- 1987
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- Titel
- A Taste for Death
- Taal
- Engels
- Auteurs
- Phyllis Dorothy James
- Uitgever
- Sphere
- Jaar van publicatie
- 1987
- Formaat
- Paperback
- ISBN10
- 0722152221
- ISBN13
- 9780722152225
- Reeks
- Adam Dalgliesh
- Tags
- Fictie, Detectives & Thriller, Thrillers, Politiek, Relaties, Moorden, Klassieke detectives, Britse Literatuur, Dood, Engeland, Verenigd Koninkrijk, Engelse literatuur, Verfilmd, Londen, Familierelaties, Kerk, Zelfmoord, Aristocratie, adel, Raadsels en Puzzels, Schandalen en Affaires, Brutaliteit
- Eerste editie
- 1986
- Oorspronkelijke titel
- A Taste for Death
- Beoordeling
- 4 van 5
- Aantekening
- When the quiet Little Vestry of St. Matthew's Church becomes the blood-soaked scene of a double murder, Scotland Yard Commander Adam Dalgliesh faces an intriguing conundrum: How did an upper-crust Minister come to lie, slit throat to slit throat, next to a neighborhood derelict of the lowest order? Challenged with the investigation of a crime that appears to have endless motives, Dalgliesh explores the sinister web spun around a half-burnt diary and a violet-eyed widow who is pregnant and full of malice--all the while hoping to fill the gap of logic that joined these two disparate men in bright red death. . . .