A Dying Fall (Ruth Galloway Mystery)
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When Ruth Galloway learns that her old university friend Dan Golding has died in a house fire, she is shocked and saddened. But when she receives a letter that Dan had written just before he died, her sadness turns to suspicion.
The letter tells of a great archaeological discovery, but Dan also says that he is scared for his life. Was Dan’s death linked to his find? The only clue is his mention of the Raven King, an ancient name for King Arthur.
When she arrives in Lancashire, Ruth discovers that the bones reveal a shocking fact about King Arthur—and that the bones have mysteriously vanished. The case draws in DCI Nelson, determined to protect Ruth and their eighteen-month-old daughter, Kate. But someone is willing to kill to keep the bones a secret, and it is beginning to look as if no one is safe.
"Another gem packed with offbeat, well-developed characters and a quirky, challenging mystery."—Kirkus
“As with all Ruth Galloway mysteries, the application of forensic archaeology is intriguing . . . readers are in for a really good time with this flesh-and-blood bone expert."—Booklist, starred
feel her presence. Sometimes I leave gifts for her—hops, apples, corn dollies. The offerings are always gone in the morning. Sometimes I smell her herbal infusions. Once, when I was troubled with headaches, I went and lay in what had been her herb garden. I slept the night there, and when I woke the headache had gone, never to return.’ And you had rheumatism instead, thinks Ruth. As for the apples and corn dollies, she suspects the local fox. There’s a fox in her garden in Norfolk that steals
her yesterday? It must have been Cathbad he saw in Lytham that day. Cathbad, pushing his daughter in her pushchair. Cathbad, posing as Ruth’s boyfriend. Maybe he is Ruth’s boyfriend now? But what happened to that Max bloke? He knows that Ruth still sees him. Maybe she has half a dozen boyfriends in tow. What sort of environment is that for Katie? He takes a corner too fast and narrowly misses a bollard. Maureen shrieks. ‘Are you trying to kill us?’ Nelson slows down as they reach Maureen’s
alibi for the night of the fire, though.’ This last had been ascertained from Pippa Henry in an icy exchange on the door step. ‘He was with his wife all evening, apparently.’ ‘She’s quite something, the wife,’ says Nelson. ‘You can say that again. How did a little pipsqueak like him ever end up with a woman like that?’ ‘Sometimes beautiful women like ugly men,’ says Nelson. ‘Look at Michelle and me.’ ‘You might be ugly but you’re not a pipsqueak in a pink jumper.’ ‘Thanks.’ ‘Clayton Henry’s
says Nelson, rather ashamed of his reaction. He likes dogs and once owned a German Shepherd called (funnily enough) Max. ‘Hello, boy,’ says Cathbad, getting to his feet. ‘Where’s your master?’ ‘Away with the fairies,’ says Nelson, looking round the low-ceilinged room with its twinkling dream-catchers. It’s like stepping back in time, he thinks. No TV, no telephone. Not even, unless he’s much mistaken, any electric light. His worst fears are realised when Cathbad lights an oil lamp to search the
emails are mainly to other wizards and subscriptions to homeopathic health sites. His photos are almost all of a white bull terrier. Except one. It is this picture, printed and enlarged, that Tim puts on the desk in front of Sandy. ‘What’s this?’ It’s a photograph of two men wearing white robes. One is large, white-bearded, with a certain presence. The other man is smaller and plumper and seems to be having trouble with his long skirts. His face is partly turned away from the camera. ‘The