Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #57347 in Books
• Published on: 2007-02-05
• Binding: Paperback
• 640 pages

Guardian
'A leading light of British crime writing.'

Mark Billingham, Daily Mail
'Booth's aim is to portray the darkness that lies below the surface... in this he succeeds wonderfully well.'

The Guardian
'A modern master of rural noir'

Customer Reviews

Awful
This is a very bad book. Poor in every way, including the worst way - it is downright dull. It is boring, uninteresting and I found it a real chore to get through. The earlier ones were average (at best) but still better. Avoid.

Not bad but not his best
I enjoyed the first half of this book more than the latter. I think the best thing about Stephen Booth's novels is the very English-ness of them and the ordinary, person next door type baddies, and this is lost somewhat in this book with the introduction of the foreign gangsters. It's still quite a good read but not the best in the series. I thought the twist at the end was ok, though not entirely unexpected, I always suspected there would be a bit more to that particular charachter's motives than met the eye. All in all, fairly enjoyable but not as good as Blood on the Tongue.

An Exciting Read

A newspaper and magazine journalist for over 25 years, Stephen Booth was born in the English Pennine town of Burnley. He was brought up on the coast at Blackpool, where he began his career in journalism by editing his school magazine and wrote his first 'novel' at the age of 13.

Stephen gave up journalism in 2001 to write crime novels full time. He and his wife Lesley live in a former Georgian dower house near Retford, Nottinghamshire, in Robin Hood country.

To all intents and purposes it seemed like an ordinary accidental fire, but it had tragic consequences, a wife and two children dead. But for DS Diane Fry and DC Ben Cooper the ordinary always meant trouble. This is not the only trouble they are having to cope with and to try to get to the truth the two officers need to direct their search far beyond Derbyshire to the other side of Europe, where the customs are things an English mind does not comprehend . . .