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- 454 strony
- 16 godzin czytania
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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
- Język
- Rok wydania
- 1986
- Oprawa
- (twarda),
- Stan książki
- Dobry
- Cena
- 35,99 zł
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- Tytuł
- A Taste for Death
- Język
- angielski
- Autorzy
- Phyllis Dorothy James
- Wydawca
- Faber and Faber
- Rok wydania
- 1986
- Oprawa
- twarda
- Liczba stron
- 454
- ISBN10
- 0571137997
- ISBN13
- 9780571137992
- Seria
- Adam Dalgliesh
- Tagi
- Polityka, Relacje, Morderstwa, Literatura brytyjska, Śmierć, Anglia, Wielka Brytania, Literatura angielska, Filmowa adaptacja, Londyn, Kościół, Relacje rodzinne, Zagadki, Samobójstwo, Arystokracja & Szlachta, Skandale & Afery, Brutalność
- Pierwsze wydanie
- 1986
- Oryginalna nazwa
- A Taste for Death
- Ocena
- 4 z 5
- Opis
- 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. . . .