This site uses cookies. Learn more about cookies.

Close cookie details

OverDrive would like to use cookies to store information on your computer to improve your user experience at our Website. One of the cookies we use is critical for certain aspects of the site to operate and has already been set. You may delete and block all cookies from this site, but this could affect certain features or services of the site. To find out more about the cookies we use and how to delete them, click here to see our Privacy Policy.

If you do not wish to continue, please click here to exit this site.

Hide notification

  Main Nav

Strange Images of Death

Cover of Strange Images of Death

Strange Images of Death

Detective Joe Sandilands Series, Book 8
Borrow Borrow Borrow
Provence, 1926. Scotland Yard detective Joe Sandilands is on leave, driving his way south to the Riviera while dropping off his niece at an ancient chateau. A troubling crime committed just before...
Provence, 1926. Scotland Yard detective Joe Sandilands is on leave, driving his way south to the Riviera while dropping off his niece at an ancient chateau. A troubling crime committed just before...
Available formats-
  • Kindle Book
  • OverDrive Read
  • Adobe EPUB eBook
Subjects-
Languages:-
Copies-
  • Available:
    1
  • Library copies:
    1
Levels-
  • ATOS:
  • Lexile:
  • Interest Level:
  • Reading Level:

Recommended for you


 
Description-
  • Provence, 1926. Scotland Yard detective Joe Sandilands is on leave, driving his way south to the Riviera while dropping off his niece at an ancient chateau.

    A troubling crime committed just before their arrival leaves a clear message that more violence is to come. To allay panic, Joe agrees to stay on and root out the guilty person. But, despite Joe's vigilance, a child goes missing and an artist's beautiful young model is murdered in circumstances eerily recreating a six hundred-year-old crime of passion.

    Helped and hindered by a rising star of the French Police Judiciaire, Joe must delve into a horror story from the castle's past before he can tear the mask from the diseased soul responsible for these contemporary crimes.

    From the Hardcover edition.

Excerpts-
  • From the book

    Prologue Provence, South of France, 1926

    He studied her sleeping face for the last time.

    She was lying peacefully on her back, her fair hair
    spreading in ripples over the pillow. Warm-gold by day,
    the waves now gleamed pale silver, all colour bleached
    away by the moonlight. Her features also were drained
    and only the lips still showed a trace of emotion. They
    were slightly open and uptilted, perhaps in a suggestion of
    remembered and recent passion. He smothered the distasteful
    notion.

    Such beauty!

    He felt his resolve waver and was alarmed to acknowledge
    a moment of indecision. He reminded himself that
    this beauty was his -- his to spare or to destroy -- and a rush
    of exaltation swept away the slight uncertainty. It had
    been a wobble, no more than a weakness imposed on him
    by convention. Convention? Even at this moment of
    approaching ecstasy he paused to consider the word. From
    the Latin, of course. 'A coming together'. In agreement and
    common consent. Well, convention would never direct him.
    It was his nature to step away from the crowd, to walk in
    the opposite direction, to think his own rebellious thoughts
    and to translate those thoughts into action. He would be
    true to his nature. He would assert his birthright.

    He leaned closer until his face was only inches above the
    still form. He had a fancy that, if he pressed his lips to hers,
    he might catch her dying breath. The thought revolted and
    fascinated him in equal measure and he lifted his head. He
    took a deliberate step backwards. He would not touch her.
    No part of his body would make contact with hers. To test
    his resolve he contemplated trailing a lascivious finger
    along her smooth throat as others had, of allowing that finger
    to ease over the left collar bone until it encountered the
    imperfection of a tiny mole half-hidden by a fold of her
    white gown. His hand remained safely in his pocket. He
    would look. Admire. Hate.

    He stood for a moment, a shadow among shadows. The
    garment he'd put on had been carefully chosen: an oldfashioned
    hunting coat (English tailoring, he did believe),
    it had been abandoned on a hook by the door in the cloakroom
    by some visiting milord, years, possibly decades,
    ago. The thick grey tweed was a perfect camouflage -- it
    even had a hood -- and, essential for his purpose, not one
    but two concealed poacher's pockets. His fine nose was
    revolted by the smell of decay that lurked in the tweedy
    depths, still stained with the blood of long-dead creatures,
    but they accommodated the very special equipment he had
    needed to carry, covertly, along the corridors.

    He played with the notion of taking out the heavy-duty
    military torch and lighting up her last moments, but an
    innate caution made him dismiss the idea. The moonlight
    was all the illumination he could wish for. A resplendent
    August moon shone through the uncurtained windows,
    coating the alabaster-fair features with an undeserved
    glaze of sanctity.

    The Moon. Generous but demanding deity! He adored
    her. She was his friend, his accomplice. He welcomed the
    white peace and forgiveness she brought at the end of each
    day's red turmoil and sin. Like some sprite from a northern
    folk tale, he came to life in the dark hours. His eyes
    grew wide, his thoughts became as clear and cold as the
    moon herself. His senses were sharpened.

    He listened. He turned abruptly as a distant owl
    screeched and claimed its prey. A farm dog across the valley
    responded with a...

About the Author-
  • Barbara Cleverly was born in the north of England and is a graduate of Durham University. A former teacher, she has spent her working life in Cambridgeshire and Suffolk; she now lives in Cambridge. She has one son and five step-children. She is the author of seven books in the Joe Sandilands series, including The Last Kashmiri Rose, Folly du Jour and Strange Images of Death. Her Joe Sandilands series, set against the background of the Indian Empire, was inspired by the contents of a battered old tin trunk that she found in her attic.

Reviews-
  • New York Times "Despite her mastery at vivid scene-setting, Cleverly never loses sight of the historical puzzle that is central to her story. Simply put, it's a stunner."
  • New York Times Book Review "Spectacular and dashing. Spellbinding."
  • Publishers Weekly Starred Review "Excellent.... Golden age fans who appreciate deceptive storytelling enhanced by the kind of in-depth characterization lacking in Agatha Christie will be more than satisfied."
  • Booklist Starred Review "This series and its hero age well: the perspicacious Sandilands exhibits an arresting combination of Mary Russell's discernment and Chief Inspector Wexford's tenacious certainty."
  • Denver Post "Cleverly's crisp prose and solid cast of supporting characters ... make the book a delight to read."
  • Richmond Times-Dispatch "Stylish and intricate.... Cleverly has perfect pitch for period and place, whether her hero is unearthing evil in India, England or France."
  • Guardian "A great blood and guts blockbuster."
  • Kirkus Reviews "Atmospheric ... intricately plotted."
Title Information+
  • Publisher
    Soho Press
  • Kindle Book
    Release date:
  • OverDrive Read
    Release date:
  • Adobe EPUB eBook
    Release date:
Digital Rights Information+
  • Copyright Protection (DRM) required by the Publisher may be applied to this title to limit or prohibit printing or copying. File sharing or redistribution is prohibited. Your rights to access this material expire at the end of the lending period. Please see Important Notice about Copyrighted Materials for terms applicable to this content.

You've reached your checkout limit.

Visit your Bookshelf to manage your titles.

×

You already have this title checked out.

Want to go to your Bookshelf?

×

Recommendation Limit Reached.

You have reached the maximum number of titles you are permitted to recommend at this time.

×

Sign in to recommend this title.

Recommend your library consider adding this title to the Digital Collection.

×
×

×

To recommend Strange Images of Death, complete the following information:

*indicates required information

(comma separates multiple email addresses, i.e. bob@aol.com, bob@hotmail.com)

Subject: Check out this downloadable title at the Deschutes Public Library


We respect your privacy. Any and all information collected at this site will be kept strictly confidential and will not be sold, reused, rented, loaned, or otherwise disclosed.

×
Recommend this title to the library to be added to the Digital Collection
Strange Images of Death
Strange Images of Death
Detective Joe Sandilands Series, Book 8
Barbara Cleverly
×
Buy it now
and help our library WIN!
Strange Images of Death
Strange Images of Death
Detective Joe Sandilands Series, Book 8
Barbara Cleverly
Choose a retail partner below to buy this title now.
A portion of this purchase goes to support your library.
Clicking on the 'Buy It Now' link will cause you to leave the library download platform website. The content of the retail website is not controlled by the library. Please be aware that the website does not have the same privacy policy as the library or its service providers.
×
×

To recommend '', complete the following information:

*indicates required information

(comma separates multiple email addresses, i.e. bob@aol.com, bob@hotmail.com)

Subject: Check out this downloadable title at the Deschutes Public Library

We respect your privacy. Any and all information collected at this site will be kept strictly confidential and will not be sold, reused, rented, loaned, or otherwise disclosed.

×