Flying Too High (Phryne Fisher Series #2)

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The second in the classic Phryne Fisher series from Kerry Greenwood, featuring the irresistible heroine Phryne. Whether shes foiling kidnappers, seducing beautiful young men or simply deciding what to wear for dinner, Phryne handles everything with her inimitable panache and flair.
Danger, excitement and love—this is how the glamorous Phryne Fisher is determined to live her life in her second enticing adventure.

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Overview

The second in the classic Phryne Fisher series from Kerry Greenwood, featuring the irresistible heroine Phryne. Whether shes foiling kidnappers, seducing beautiful young men or simply deciding what to wear for dinner, Phryne handles everything with her inimitable panache and flair.
Danger, excitement and love—this is how the glamorous Phryne Fisher is determined to live her life in her second enticing adventure.

Walking the wings of a Tiger Moth plane in full flight ought to be enough excitement for most people, but not Phryne Fisher, amateur detective, woman of mystery, as delectable as the finest chocolate and as sharp as razor blades.

In this, the second Phryne Fisher mystery, the 1920s' most talented and glamorous detective flies even higher, handling a murder, a kidnapping and the usual array of beautiful young men with style and consummate ease—and all before it's time to adjourn to the Queenscliff Hotel for breakfast. Whether she's flying planes, clearing a friend of homicide charges or saving a child from kidnapping, she handles everything with the same dash and elan with which she drives her red Hispano-Suiza.

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In Kerry Greenwood's Flying Too High: A Phryne Fisher Mystery, the plucky Australian flapper sleuth faces two challenges: tracking down the kidnappers of a young girl and identifying the murderer of a bully whose son has been charged with the offense. Fisher again displays an impressive set of skills, from air-walking and daredevil plane flying to blood-splatter analysis, and Greenwood leavens her plot with Wodehousian characters and wit. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In her latest adventure, the incomparable Phryne Fisher (Murder in Montparnasse)-beautiful, wealthy, sophisticated, but, above all, daring and intelligent-is confronted with two unrelated crimes, murder and child kidnapping. While investigating these cases, she also takes a daredevil walk on the wing of a plane in flight, poses for a sculptor, then makes love to him. With each Phryne Fisher novel, Greenwood widens the social circle of the inimitable detective/noblewoman; here we are introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Butler-you guessed it-Phryne's butler and cook. Speaking through Phryne, the author also offers catty yet humorous descriptions of characters, food, drink, decor, and clothing of the 1920s while lending credibility to Phryne's unbelievable exploits. Phryne Fisher's delightful flapper antics will appeal to fans of Dorothy Sayers's Lord Peter Wimsey. [See Prepub Mystery, LJ 3/1/06.]-Lamia Doumato, National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
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"The dashing Phryne Fisher, Australian flapper, makes her sixteenth appearance, and she hasnt worn out her welcome. Phryne, a glamorous detective and aviatrix, living in 1920s Melbourne, solves a mystery as easily as she lands a plane. Here her cases involve a murder and a kidnapping, but what makes the story delicious are the flourishes, from Phrynes interior-decorating style (nude paintings of Phryne) to her detecting techniques (jumping into bed with a source). A strong cast of characters surrounds the inimitable flapper, including the kidnapped child (shades of "The Ransom of Red Chief") and a group of women nearly as irrepressible as Phryne herself. Great fun!" —Booklist
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781743107560
  • Publisher: Bolinda Audio
  • Publication date: 5/14/2012
  • Series: Phryne Fisher Series , #2
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Sales rank: 722,262
  • Product dimensions: 6.70 (w) x 5.60 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Kerry Greenwood is the author of more than 40 novels and six non-fiction books. Among her many honors, Ms. Greenwood has received the Ned Kelly Lifetime Achievement Award from the Crime Writers' Association of Australia. When she is not writing she is an advocate in Magistrates' Courts for the Legal Aid Commission. She is not married, has no children and lives with a registered Wizard.

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Flying Too High

A Phryne Fisher Mystery
By Kerry Greenwood

Poisoned Pen Press

Copyright © 1990 Kerry Greenwood
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-59058-237-4


Chapter One

A sad tale's best for Winter The Winter's Tale, Shakespeare

Candida Alice Maldon was being a bad girl. Firstly, she had not told anyone that she had found a threepence on the street. Secondly, she had not mentioned to anyone in the house that she was going out, because she knew that she would not be allowed. Thirdly, since she had lost one of her teeth, she was not supposed to be eating sweets, anyway.

The consciousness of wrongdoing had never stopped Candida from doing anything she wanted. She was prepared to be punished, and even prepared to feel sorry. Later. She approached the sweet-shop counter, clutching her threepence in her hand, and stared at the treasures within. Laid out, like those Egyptian treasures her father had shown her photos of in the paper, were sweets enough to give the whole world toothache.

There were red and green toffee umbrellas and toffee horses on a stick. There were jelly-beans and jelly-babies and snakes in lots of colours, and lolly bananas and snow-balls and acid drops. These had the advantage that they were twenty-four a penny, but they were too sour for Candida's taste. She dismissed wine-gums as too gluey and musk sticks as too crumbly, and humbugs as too peppery. She considered boiled lollies in all the colours of the millefiore brooch which her grandmother wore, and barley-sugar in long, glassy canes. There were ring sticks with real rings around them, and rainbow balls and honeybears and chocolate toffs. Candida breathed heavily on the glass and wiped it with her sleeve.

'What would you like, dear?' asked the shopkeeper.

'My name is Candida,' the child informed her, 'and I have threepence. I would like a ha'porth of honeybears, a ha'porth of coffee buds, a ha'porth of mint-leaves, a ha'porth of silver sticks ... a ha'porth of umbrellas and a ha'porth of bananas.'

'There you are, Miss Candida,' said the shopkeeper, accepting the sweaty, warm coin. 'Here are your lollies. Don't eat them all at once!'

Candida walked out of the shop, and began to trail her way home. She was not in a hurry because no one knew she was gone.

She was hopping in and out of the gutter, as she had been expressly forbidden to do, when a car drew up beside her. It was a black car shaped like a beetle. Nothing like her father's little Austin. Candida looked up with a start.

'Candida! There you are! Your daddy sent me to look for you. Where have you been?' A woman opened the car door and extended a hand.

Candida stepped closer to look. The woman had yellow hair and Candida did not like her smile.

'Come along now, dear. We'll take you home.'

'I don't believe you,' Candida said clearly. 'I don't believe my daddy sent you. I shall tell him you're a liar,' and she jumped back onto the pavement to run home. But someone in the back of the car was too quick. She was seized by strong hands and an odd-smelling handkerchief was clamped over her face. Then the world went dark green.

* * *

Phryne Fisher was enduring afternoon tea at the Traveller's Club with Mrs William McNaughton for a special reason. This did not make the ordeal any more pleasant, but it gave her the necessary spinal fortitude. Not that there was anything wrong with the tea. There were scones and strawberry jam with cream obviously obtained from contented cows. There were petit fours in delightful colours and brandy snaps. There was Ceylon tea in the big silver teapot, and fine Chinese cups from which to drink it.

The only fly in the afternoon's ointment was Mrs William McNaughton. She was a pale, drooping woman, dressed in an unbecoming grey. Her sheaf of pale hair was coming adrift from its pins. These disadvantages could have been overcome with the correct choice of hairdresser and couturière, but the essential soppiness of her character was irreparable. Mrs William McNaughton reminded Phryne of jelly-cake and aspens and other quivering things, but there was steel under her flinching. This was a woman who had all the marks of extensive abuse: the hollow eyes, the nervous movements, the habit of starting at a sudden sound. But she had survived in her own way. She might cower, but she would not release hold of an idea once she had grasped it, and she could keep a secret or embark on a clandestine path. Her concealment of her character and her desires would be close to absolute, and torture would not break her now if her past had not killed her. However, despite the reasons, Phryne could not like her. Phryne herself met all challenges head-on, and the Devil take the hindmost.

'It's my son, Miss Fisher,' said Mrs McNaughton, handing Phryne a cup of tea. 'I'm worried about him.'

'Well, what worries you?' asked Phryne, pouring her cup of anaemic tea into the slop-bowl and filling it with a stronger brew. 'Have you spoken to him about it?'

'Oh, no!' Mrs McNaughton recoiled. Phryne added milk and sugar to her tea and stirred thoughtfully. The process of finding out what was bothering McNaughton was like extracting teeth from an uncooperative ox.

'Tell me, then, and perhaps I may be able to help,' she suggested.

'I have heard of your talents, Miss Fisher,' observed Mrs McNaughton artlessly. 'I hoped that you might be able to help me without causing a scandal. Lady Rose speaks very highly of you. She's a connection of my mother's, you know.'

'Indeed,' agreed Phryne, taking a brandy snap and smiling. Lady Rose had mislaid her emerald earrings, and was positive that her maid of long standing had not stolen them, thus contradicting her greedy nephew and heir, as well as the local policeman. She had hired Phryne to find the earrings, and this Phryne had done in one afternoon's inquiry amongst the local Montes de Piété, where the nephew had pawned them. He had made an unwise investment in the fourth at Flemington, putting the proceeds on a horse which was possessed of insufficient zeal and had not been able to redeem them. Lady Rose had been less than generous with the fee, but more than generous with her recommendations. Since Phryne did not need the money, she was pleased with the bargain. Lady Rose had told her immediate acquaintance that 'She may look like a flapper—she smokes cigarettes and drinks cocktails and I believe that she can fly an aeroplane—but she has brains and bottom and I thoroughly approve of her.'

Since she had made the decision to become an investigator, Phryne had not been out of work. She had found the Persian kitten for which the little son of the Spanish ambassador was pining. It had been seduced by the delights of the nearby fish-shop's storehouse, and had been shut in. Phryne had released it, and (after it had suffered three baths) it was restored to its doting admirer. She had worked three weeks in an office, watching a costing clerk skimming the warehouse and blaming the shortfall on the inefficiency of a female stores clerk. Phryne had taken a certain delight in catching that one. She had watched a brutal and violent husband for long enough to obtain sufficient evidence for his battered wife to divorce him. For, in addition to her bruises and broken fingers, she needed to prove adultery. Phryne, who never shrank from a little bending of the rules, had provided the adulterer with a suitable partner from among the working girls of her acquaintance, and had paid the photographer's fee out of her own bounty. The husband was informed that the negatives would be handed over after the delivery of the decree absolute, and everyone wondered that such a determined and hard man went through his divorce like a lamb. His divorced wife was in possession of a comfortable competence and was reported to be very happy.

The result of all this work was that Phryne, to her surprise, was busy and occupied and had not been bored for months. She considered that she had found her métier. Physically, Phryne had been described by the redoubtable Lady Rose as 'small, thin, with black hair cut in what I am told is a bob, disconcerting grey-green eyes and porcelain skin. Looks like a Dutch doll'. Phryne admitted this was a fair depiction.

For the interview with Mrs McNaughton, she had selected a beige dress of mannish cut, which she felt made her look like the directress of a women's prison, and matching taupe shoes and stockings. Her cloche hat was of a quiet dusty pink felt.

She was not getting anywhere with Mrs McNaughton, who had sounded frantic on the phone, but who now seemed unable to get to the point.

Phryne bit into the brandy snap and waited. Mrs McNaughton (who had not asked Phryne to call her Frieda) took a gulp of her watery tea and finally blurted out what was on her mind.

'I'm afraid my son is going to kill my husband!'

Phryne swallowed her brandy snap with some difficulty. This was not what she had been expecting.

'Why do you think that?' asked Phryne, calmly.

Mrs McNaughton felt inside her large knitting bag, which had reposed on the sofa beside her, and handed Phryne a crumpled letter. It looked like it had been retrieved from the fire, for it was singed at one edge.

Phryne unfolded it carefully, as the paper was brittle.

'If the pater doesn't come to the party, it will be all up,' she read aloud. 'Might have to remove him. Anyway, I am going to talk to him about it tonight, so wish me luck, kid.' It was signed, 'Yours as ever, Bill.'

'You see?' whispered Mrs McNaughton. 'He means to kill William. What am I to do?'

'Where did you find this?' asked Phryne. 'In the grate, was it?'

'Yes, how clever of you, Miss Fisher. My maid found it this morning when she was doing the rooms, it's a carbon copy. Bill always keeps carbons of his letters. He's so business like. He made a special arrangement to talk to William in the study tonight about this new venture, and I,' Mrs McNaughton's voice wavered, 'don't know what to do.'

'Remove could have other meanings than murder, Mrs McNaughton. What sort of venture?'

'Something to do with aeroplanes. Bill is a pilot, you know, and has won all sorts of races and things. It's so worrying for a mother, Miss Fisher, having him flying. Those planes don't look strong enough to stay up in the sky, and I don't really believe they can, you know, being heavier than the air. He conducts a school at Essendon, Miss Fisher, teaching people to fly. But he wants capital from William for a new venture.'

'And what is that?' asked Phryne, interested. She loved planes.

'They want to fly over the South Pole—apparently the North Pole is old hat. "No one has tried planes down here," he said to me. "It's no use staying on the ground. It's all ice and desert, but in the air we can cover miles in minutes." And he wants William to put money into it.'

'And your husband does not agree?'

'He won't do it. They've had some terrible fights about money. William put up the capital to start the flying school, and it hasn't been going well. He insisted that he be Chairman of Directors of the company, and he has all the books brought to him every month, then he calls Bill in and they have an awful argument about how the business is going. He was furious about the purchase of the new plane.'

'Why?'

'He says that a company with such a cash problem can't extend on capital—at least I think that's what he said. I don't know any of these business terms, I'm afraid. They are both big, hot tempered men with strong opinions—they are very like each other—and they have been fighting since Bill was born, it seems,' said Mrs McNaughton with suprising shrewdness. 'Amelia escaped a lot of it because she's a girl, and William does not expect anything of girls. Anyway she's dabbling in art at the moment, and she's hardly ever here. She wanted an allowance to go and live in a studio, but William put his foot down about that. "No daughter of mine is going to live like a Bohemian," he said, and wouldn't give her any money, but she enrolled in the gallery school against his wishes and she only comes home to sleep. She's no trouble,' said Mrs McNaughton, dismissing her daughter with a wave of her tea-cup. 'But Bill clashes. He disagrees with William to his face. I don't think they'll ever get on, and they behave as though they hate one another. Nothing but noise and shouting and my nerves can't bear much more. I've already had to go to Daylesford for the waters. I'm afraid that Bill will lose his temper and ... and ... do what he threatened, Miss Fisher. Can't you do something?'

'What would you like me to do?'

'I don't know,' wailed Mrs McNaughton. 'Something!' It appeared that she had relied on Phryne to wave a magic wand. As her hostess appeared to be on the verge of the vapours, Phryne made haste to assent.

'Well, I'll try. Where is Bill now?'

'He'll be at the airfield, Miss Fisher. The Sky-High Flying School. It's the red hangar at Essendon. You can't miss it.'

I'll go there now,' said Phryne, putting down her cup. 'And I don't think you have any reason to be really upset, Mrs McNaughton. I think "remove" means "remove him from the board of directors" not "remove him from this world". But I'll talk to Bill, anyway.'

'Oh, thank you, Miss Fisher,' said Mrs McNaughton, fumbling for her smelling salts.

* * *

Phryne started the Hispano-Suiza which was her pride and dearest possession and sped back to the Windsor Hotel. She had found a house and was moving out, and hoped that her new home would be as comfortable as the hotel. The Windsor had everything Phryne needed: style, comfort, and room service. She parked her car and ran up the stairs.

'Dot, do you want to come for a ride in a plane?' called Phryne from the bathroom to her invaluable and devoted maid. Dot, who had come by way of attempted manslaughter into Phryne's service, was a conservative young woman who had so far resisted the temptation to bob her long brown hair. She was a slim plain girl and was wearing her favourite brown overall. Dot did not like the idea of the Hispano-Suiza and the thought of being bodily hauled through the firmament, which should contain only birds and angels, did not appeal to her. She went to the bathroom door with a leather flying jacket over her arm.

'No, Miss. I don't want a ride in a plane.'

'All right, 'fraidy cat, what are you doing this afternoon? Want to come and watch, or have you something interesting to do?'

'I'll come and watch, Miss, but just don't ask me to go up in one of them things. Here's your breeches, and the leather coat. What about a hat, Miss?'

'There should be a flying helmet in the big chest.' Phryne pulled on breeches, a warm jersey and boots, then rummaged in the trunk, finally finding what looked like a battered leather bucket.

'Here we are. Take a coat, Dot, and come on. We have to go to Essendon to talk to Bill McNaughton. He's got a flying school. His mother thinks he's going to kill his father.'

Dot, inured to the shocking things that Phryne was prone to say, gathered up her blue winter coat and followed her employer down the stairs.

'And is he, Miss?'

'I don't know. The mother is the most nervous woman God ever put breath into. Both father and son sound like bruisers. However, we shall see. It's been too long since I was in a plane.'

The Hispano-Suiza roared into life. Phryne swung the big car out into traffic with efficient ease, and Dot closed her eyes, as she always did at the beginning of a journey in this car. It was so big, and so red and so noticeable, and Phryne's style of driving was so insolent and fast, that Dot found the whole equipage unladylike.

They covered the road to Essendon in little over half an hour and pulled to a stop near a red hangar. A neatly painted sign informed them that this was the 'Sky-High Flying School Pty Ltd, Prop: W. McNaughton'.

'Here we are, Dot, and off we go. This may be a stormy interview, so stay on the edges of the crowd and be ready for a quick retreat.'

'Why difficult, Miss?'

'Well, you think of a delicate way to ask someone if they are going to kill their father.'

'Oh,' said Dot. She clutched her blue coat closer. It was a cold, clear afternoon, with little wind. Perfect, as Phryne saw, for flying. Three small planes were up, more or less, being flown by nervous, amateur hands. A bigger, faster two seater did a quick wing-wobble and dropped neatly, landing and running along the grassy strip with the minimum of bounce. The pilot taxied the machine to its resting place and climbed out, shouting at the top of his voice.

'A sweet little goer!' he enthused. 'Light on the controls, and just a bit nose heavy, but you warned me about that, Bill. Hello hello hello! Who's the lady?'

Phryne walked close enough to put out a hand, and shook the airman's gauntlet.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Flying Too High by Kerry Greenwood Copyright © 1990 by Kerry Greenwood. Excerpted by permission of Poisoned Pen Press. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2007

    Great Read

    This is a very fast read and gives interesting information about Austrialia and the era of the 1920's there. As and American I have been fascinated by Austrialia for many years and have been delighted to find these fast moving interesting books. Kerry Greenwood gives great descriptions of the areas the books take place, clothes and really sets the stage well, but seldom allows the reader to know all of the clues Phryne has found. She keeps your interest all the way to the end of the book. I am hoping I can so I can read the entire collection, I plan to check out any of her other books that reach my hands. Kerry Greenwood has a website for Phryne Fisher that gives a Aussie glossary and a list of charcters and where they come into the series, as well as other interesting items to enjoy.

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  • Posted December 27, 2012

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    Phryne's second outing

    Initially I was drawn in by seeing the Australian TV series, but after I read the first Phryne Fisher mystery I became hooked. Greenwood has created a heroine who has style and smarts, and yet never forgets her origins. There's always a bit of a mystery to Phryne herself and she's always full of surprises. All of the Phryne Fisher mysteries are immensely stylish and clever, and they provide a look at a certain time and place in Australia that is unfamiliar to many readers. This starts out as an investigation of the murder a fairly odious husband and father, but quickly takes a turn into solving a kidnapping. Greenwood takes these two storylines, explores them and draws them together adeptly. Like the wing-walking Phryne pulls off in the story, Greenwood keeps the reader's interest up from beginning to end.

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  • Posted April 26, 2013

    love it very readable.

    love it very readable.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2012

    The whole series is worth the price

    Australia and the 1920's. Completely different setting and what a lead character

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    One of Australia¿s most talented mystery writers

    In the three months that the Honorable Phyrne Fisher has lived in Australia, she has made a name for herself as an investigator who always solves her cases. She solved a case for a woman who travels in high society circles and that woman gives Phyrne¿s business a glowing recommendation to her friends. Her latest client Mrs. McNaughton is afraid that her son will kill her husband because he refuses to lend his son money to go on an airplane adventure. At the airport Phyrne talks to Bill McNaughton and tells her about her mother¿s fears and he tells he was never intending to kill his father. Bill¿s friend Jack Lawton is amazed as he watches Phyrne fly Bill¿s plane with much skill.------------ The next day Phyrne learns that Mr. McNaughton has been murdered and Bill has been arrested. When he is released on bail he hires Phyrne to find the real killer. While she works that case Candida Maldon is kidnapped and held for ransom. Jack convinces the family to hire Phyrne, who she devises a plan using Bill¿s plane to find and retrieve the kidnapped girl. Solving Bill¿s problem is a piece of cake in comparison.------------- Kerry Greenwood is one of Australia¿s most talented mystery writers. Her heroine is a woman who would be at home in the twenty-first century but since she lives in the 1920¿s she is careful to project a proper image while still doing what she wants. The wily, spunky heroine somehow makes the audience believe she is smart enough to easily solve two cases in a matter of days while the exotic locale will please armchair travelers.----- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 22, 2014

    |The Original Pact Clan Map|

    A light gray tabby shecat pads in and announces, "Welcome everyone to our new Pact Clan Area! I pray that this one will not switch its results around as much! It's such a relief finally having a functional place to rp our cats at again! Thank you all for being paitient while I set this up! I literally had to go through each place's post and make little tweeks and changes here and there! It took FOREVER! It's a shame that this place has a few reviews already posted in it but I figure we can still make it work alright. And please ignore the strange symbols in some posts! They simply won't go away (which is why my heart isn't on computer posts)! But I'm so happy this is done! We had the other place for almost two months. Hopefully we can stay even longer here! Anyways, this is the list of what result everything is in! The number in front of a place indicates the result it is in and the number behind it tells you some important information listed below: <br>
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    A - Newcomers need to read these before joining and members can keep up with news and stay involved at these places. <br>
    B - Locations used by all pact clan cats. <br>
    C - Borders. <br>
    D - The Tribe. <br>
    <br>
    And now here is the list of Pact Clan places! Remember the first number is the result they are currently in. <br>
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    Pact Clan Map: <br>
    1. The Original Pact Clan Map (A) <br>
    2. The Original Pact Clan Introduction (A) <br>
    3. The Original Pact Clan Code (A) <br>
    4. The Pact Clan Locations (A) <br>
    5. The Weekly Report (A) <br>
    6. The Weather Report (A) <br>
    7. The Question/Discussion Box (A) <br>
    8. The Gathering Clearing (B) <br>
    9. The Great Oak (B) <br>
    10. The Moonpool (B) <br>
    11. Starclan (B) <br>
    12. The Dark Forest (B) <br>
    13. Horseclan's Border (C) <br>
    14. Sandclan's Border (C) <br>
    15. Ashclan's Border (C) <br>
    16. Northclan's Border (C) <br>
    17. Rainclan's Border (C) <br>
    18. The Rogue Border (C) <br>
    19. The Tribe Border (D) <br>
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  • Posted June 1, 2014

    highly recommended

    I have been enjoying reading his books. Phryne Fisher is a good directive who keeps you involved in her life and her friend's lives. I love that the year is in the 1917 to 1925. You can some of the hardship that others went through to live in that time in the world.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2014

    not impressed

    is not a book i would recommend to a friend. not much depth to the story line. maybe for a young adult

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