The Man Who Lived In A Book
Book Details
Author(s)Sebastian Swan, David Mattches
PublisherQuoin Publishing Ltd.
ISBN / ASINB00AC7FVM8
ISBN-13978B00AC7FVM5
Sales Rank1,826,048
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
This is a mystery story wrapped up in an enigma.
A successful author, who lives on a desert island, comes to the aid of a couple on a foundering schooner and his reclusive life is turned upside down.
The clues are strewn liberally throughout the narrative. At first, the reader may well pass over them but gradually the detectives amongst you will begin to notice and think about events and conversations, then start to form ideas.
The clues are all there and you may well resolve the crime BUT miss the mystery.………… suspense.
‘What is it Bill?’
‘Go in and act natural till I close the door, just in case they are outside watching, someone’s here,’ he whispered, laying his finger across his lips, ‘Shushhhh.’ She did as he said as best she was able, suddenly gripped with debilitating fear; she could hear a pulse pounding in her head. Bill closed the door and picked up a knife from the rack by the sink. ‘Stay behind me and watch my back,’ he said in a voice almost imperceptible. She was sweating and light headed; her mouth was so dry she could hardly move her tongue; all she could hear was her own breathing. They checked each room downstairs then slowly crept upstairs, every creek of the stair treads seemed to produce a deafening echo around the building, causing her to wince, tensing every muscle in her face at each sound as they paused, then moved again. They checked room by room, her heart increasing its pace as they opened each new door. The moonlight playing it’s eerie role to perfection, intensifying her anxiety by casting moving shadows through the windows, wherever she looked. SUDDENLY a bird burst out from the fireplace and flapped around the room in utter panic, she screamed and all but collapsed with the shock, she shook so violently she could hardly stand, Bill never flinched, he’s not human, she thought. He took her in his arms and held her tight, she saw the knife before her eyes as he held her, such was her terror, she would have sworn that she could see blood dripping from it, she had to blink rapidly to clear her vision, there was no blood and there was no one there.
Detective Inspector Tyyamii has a great future, how would you like to be his assistant in the Marshall Islands?
A successful author, who lives on a desert island, comes to the aid of a couple on a foundering schooner and his reclusive life is turned upside down.
The clues are strewn liberally throughout the narrative. At first, the reader may well pass over them but gradually the detectives amongst you will begin to notice and think about events and conversations, then start to form ideas.
The clues are all there and you may well resolve the crime BUT miss the mystery.………… suspense.
‘What is it Bill?’
‘Go in and act natural till I close the door, just in case they are outside watching, someone’s here,’ he whispered, laying his finger across his lips, ‘Shushhhh.’ She did as he said as best she was able, suddenly gripped with debilitating fear; she could hear a pulse pounding in her head. Bill closed the door and picked up a knife from the rack by the sink. ‘Stay behind me and watch my back,’ he said in a voice almost imperceptible. She was sweating and light headed; her mouth was so dry she could hardly move her tongue; all she could hear was her own breathing. They checked each room downstairs then slowly crept upstairs, every creek of the stair treads seemed to produce a deafening echo around the building, causing her to wince, tensing every muscle in her face at each sound as they paused, then moved again. They checked room by room, her heart increasing its pace as they opened each new door. The moonlight playing it’s eerie role to perfection, intensifying her anxiety by casting moving shadows through the windows, wherever she looked. SUDDENLY a bird burst out from the fireplace and flapped around the room in utter panic, she screamed and all but collapsed with the shock, she shook so violently she could hardly stand, Bill never flinched, he’s not human, she thought. He took her in his arms and held her tight, she saw the knife before her eyes as he held her, such was her terror, she would have sworn that she could see blood dripping from it, she had to blink rapidly to clear her vision, there was no blood and there was no one there.
Detective Inspector Tyyamii has a great future, how would you like to be his assistant in the Marshall Islands?
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