The Harry Bosch Novels, Volume 3: A Darkness More than Night; City of Bones; Lost Light

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For the first time in one volume, the three novels that take Harry Bosch through his most perilous cases yet, and to the edge of the abyss.

A Darkness More than Night
It was a case some cops could live with: the torture and killing of a man who spread horrors of his own. Former FBI profiler Terry McCaleb is called in to decipher the grisly crime scene. Shockingly, the suspect he pinpoints is LAPD detective Harry Bosch. But while Bosch may have ...

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Overview

For the first time in one volume, the three novels that take Harry Bosch through his most perilous cases yet, and to the edge of the abyss.

A Darkness More than Night
It was a case some cops could live with: the torture and killing of a man who spread horrors of his own. Former FBI profiler Terry McCaleb is called in to decipher the grisly crime scene. Shockingly, the suspect he pinpoints is LAPD detective Harry Bosch. But while Bosch may have had a good reason to commit murder, he has an even better one for staying alive-and for finding a suspect of his own.

City of Bones
A dog finds a bone in the Hollywood Hills and unearths a murder committed more than twenty years earlier. It's a cold case, but Bosch can't let it go. As the investigation takes him deeper into the past, a beautiful rookie cop brings him alive in the present-until a stunningly blown mission and a brutal showdown leave Bosch on the brink of an unimaginable decision.

Lost Light
For years, the unsolved murder of Angella Benton has haunted him. Bosch was taken off the young production assistant's case when her death was linked with the violent theft of two million dollars from a movie set. Both files were never closed. Now retired from the LAPD, Bosch is determined to find justice for Angella. And even in the faces of a powerful and ruthless opponent, he will not back down, with or without a badge.

Together, these three riveting, relentlessly paced novels take us even deeper into the complex hero USA Today has called "one of the most fascinating characters in the mystery world," and show once more that Michael Connelly is "the most talented of crime writers" (The New Yorker).

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316132855
  • Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
  • Publication date: 11/3/2010
  • Series: Harry Bosch Series
  • Pages: 712
  • Sales rank: 228,303
  • Product dimensions: 6.10 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 2.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Michael  Connelly

Michael Connelly is the bestselling author of the Harry Bosch series of novels as well as The Poet, Blood Work, Void Moon, Chasing the Dime, and the #1 New York Times bestsellers The Scarecrow and The Lincoln Lawyer. He is a former newspaper reporter who has won numerous awards for his journalism and his novels. He spends his time in California and Florida.

Biography

Best known for his dark police procedurals featuring the tough, complex and emotionally scarred LAPD detective, Hieronymous "Harry" Bosch, Michael Connelly has been called "infernally ingenious" (The New York Times), "one of those masters...who can keep driving the story forward in runaway locomotive style" (USA Today) and "the top rank of a new generation of crime writers" (The Los Angeles Times).

Consistently exquisite prose and engrossing storylines play an integral role in his swelling success. However, Connelly believes that solid character development is the most important key. As he explained to MagnaCumMurder.com, "I think books with weak or translucent plots can survive if the character being drawn along the path is rich, interesting and multi-faceted. The opposite is not true."

A native of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Connelly attended the University of Florida; there he discovered the works of Raymond Chandler -- author of many classic Los Angeles-based noir dramas such as The Big Sleep, The Long Goodbye, and Farewell, My Lovely. The cases of Philip Marlowe inspired Connelly to be a crime novelist -- and by studying journalism, he put himself in the perfect position. "I went into journalism to learn the craft of writing and to get close to the world I wanted to write about -- police and criminals, the criminal justice system," he told MagnaCumMurder.com.

After graduation, Connelly worked the crime beat for two Florida newspapers. When a story he and a colleague wrote about the disastrous 1985 crash of Delta Flight 191 was short-listed for the Pulitzer, Connelly landed a gig in Marlowe's backyard, covering crime for one of the nation's largest newspapers -- The Los Angeles Times. Three years later, Harry Bosch was introduced in The Black Echo, which earned Connelly the Edgar Award for Best First Novel. Connelly has since won every major mystery honor, including the Anthony (The Poet, Blood Work) and the Macavity Award (Blood Work).

While Connelly has written stand-alone novels that don't feature his tragic protagonist Harry Bosch, he is best identified by his rigid, contentious and fiery -- but also immensely skilled and compassionate -- detective. According to The Boston Globe, the Bosch series "raises the hard-boiled detective novel to a new level...adding substance and depth to modern crime fiction."

Called "one of the most compelling, complex protagonists in recent crime fiction" (Newsweek) and "a terrific...wonderful, old-fashioned hero who isn't afraid to walk through the flames -- and suffer the pain for the rest of us" (The New York Times Book Review), Bosch faces unforgettable horrors every day -- either on the street or in his own mind. "Bosch is making up for wrongs done to him when he rights wrongs as a homicide detective," Connelly explained in an interview with his publisher. "In a way, he is an avenging angel."

Bosch is clearly a product of his deadly, unforgiving environment. "The philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche once wrote that when you look into the darkness of the abyss the abyss looks into you. Probably no other line or thought more inspires or informs my work," said Connelly in the same interview. With each passing novel, Bosch looks deeper and deeper into the abyss; and readers continue to return to see just how far he will gaze.

Good To Know

  • Michael Connelly received a huge career boost in 1994 when then President Bill Clinton was photographed walking out of a Washington bookstore with a copy of The Concrete Blonde under his arm. Connelly remarked to USA Today, "In the six years I've been writing books, that is the biggest thrill I've had."

  • Real events have always inspired Connelly's plots. His novel Blood Work was inspired by a friend who underwent transplant surgery and was coping with survivor's guilt, knowing someone had died in order for him to live. The book was later developed into a feature film starring Clint Eastwood, Angelica Huston, and Jeff Daniels.

  • One of Connelly's writing professors at the University of Florida was cult novelist Harry Crews.

  • Connelly named his most famous character after the 15th Century Dutch painter, Hieronymous Bosch. As he told Bookends UK in an interview, Bosch "created richly detailed landscapes of debauchery and violence and human defilement. There is a ‘world gone mad' feel to many of his works, including one called ‘Hell' -- of which a print hangs on the wall over the computer where I write." Some interesting outtakes from our interview with Connelly:

    "I wrote a mystery story as a class paper in high school. It was called The Perfect Murder. The protagonist's named was McEvoy, a name I later used for the protagonist in The Poet. Being a witness to a crime when I was 16 was what made me interested in crime novels and mystery stories."

    "I wrote my first real murder story as a journalist for the Daytona Beach News Journal in 1980. It was about a body found in the woods. Later, the murder was linked to a serial killer who was later caught and executed for his crimes."

    "Everything I want people to know about me is in my books."

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      1. Hometown:
        Sarasota, Florida
      1. Date of Birth:
        July 21, 1956
      2. Place of Birth:
        Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
      1. Education:
        B.A. in Journalism, University of Florida, 1980
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    The Harry Bosch Novels, Volume 3

    A Darkness More than Night, City of Bones, Lost Light
    By Connelly, Michael

    Little, Brown and Company

    Copyright © 2010 Connelly, Michael
    All right reserved.

    ISBN: 9780316132855

    A Darkness More than Night

    Prologue

    Bosch looked through the small square of glass and saw that the man was alone in the tank. He took his gun out of its holster and handed it to the watch sergeant. Standard procedure. The steel door was unlocked and slid open. Immediately the smell of sweat and vomit stung Bosch’s nostrils.

    “How long’s he been in here?”

    “About three hours,” said the sergeant. “He blew a one-eight, so I don’t know what you’re going to get.”

    Bosch stepped into the holding tank and kept his eyes on the prone form on the floor.

    “All right, you can close it.”

    “Let me know.”

    The door slid closed with a jarring bang and jolt. The man on the floor groaned and moved only slightly. Bosch walked over and sat down on the bench nearest to him. He took the tape recorder out of his jacket pocket and put it down on the bench. Glancing up at the glass window he saw the sergeant’s face move away. He used the toe of his shoe to probe the man’s side. The man groaned again.

    “Wake up, you piece of shit.”

    The man on the floor of the tank slowly rolled his head and then lifted it. Paint flecked his hair and vomit had caked on the front of his shirt and neck. He opened his eyes and immediately closed them against the harsh overhead lighting of the holding tank. His voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

    “You again.”

    Bosch nodded.

    “Yeah. Me.”

    “Our little dance.”

    A smile cut across the three-day-old whiskers on the drunk’s face. Bosch saw that he was missing a tooth he hadn’t been missing last time. He reached down and put his hand on the recorder but did not turn it on yet.

    “Get up. It’s time to talk.”

    “Forget it, man. I don’t want—”

    “You’re running out of time. Talk to me.”

    “Leave me the fuck alone.”

    Bosch looked up at the window. It was clear. He looked back down at the man on the floor.

    “Your salvation is in the truth. Now more than ever. I can’t help you without the truth.”

    “What’re you, a priest now? You here to take my confession?”

    “You here to give it?”

    The man on the floor said nothing. After a while Bosch thought he might have fallen back asleep. He pushed the toe of his shoe into the man’s side again, into the kidney. The man erupted in movement, flailing his arms and legs.

    “Fuck you!” he yelled. “I don’t want you. I want a lawyer.”

    Bosch was silent a moment. He picked up the recorder and slid it back into his pocket. He then leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and clasped his hands together. He looked at the drunk and slowly shook his head.

    “Then I guess I can’t help you,” he said.

    He stood up and knocked on the window for the watch sergeant. He left the man lying on the floor.

    1

    “Someone’s coming.”

    Terry McCaleb looked at his wife and then followed her eyes down to the winding road below. He could see the golf cart making its way up the steep and winding road to the house. The driver was obscured by the roof of the cart.

    They were sitting on the back deck of the house he and Graciela had rented up on La Mesa Avenue. The view ranged from the narrow winding road below the house to the whole of Avalon and its harbor, and then out across the Santa Monica Bay to the haze of smog that marked overtown. The view was the reason they had chosen this house to make their new home on the island. But at the moment his wife spoke, his gaze had been on the baby in his arms, not the view. He could look no farther than his daughter’s wide blue and trusting eyes.

    McCaleb saw the rental number on the side of the golf cart passing below. It wasn’t a local coming. It was somebody who had probably come from overtown on the Catalina Express. Still, he wondered how Graciela knew that the visitor was coming to their house and not any of the others on La Mesa.

    He didn’t ask about this—she’d had premonitions before. He just waited and soon after the golf cart disappeared from sight, there was a knock at the front door. Graciela went to answer it and soon came back to the deck with a woman McCaleb had not seen in three years.

    Sheriff’s detective Jaye Winston smiled when she saw the child in his arms. It was genuine, but at the same time it was the distracted smile of someone who wasn’t there to admire a new baby. McCaleb knew the thick green binder she carried in one hand and the videocassette in the other meant Winston was there on business. Death business.

    “Terry, howya been?” she asked.

    “Couldn’t be better. You remember Graciela?”

    “Of course. And who is this?”

    “This is CiCi.”

    McCaleb never used the baby’s formal name around others. He only liked to call her Cielo when he was alone with her.

    “CiCi,” Winston said, and hesitated as if waiting for an explanation of the name. When none came, she said, “How old?”

    “Almost four months. She’s big.”

    “Wow, yeah, I can see… And the boy… where’s he?”

    “Raymond,” Graciela said. “He’s with some friends today. Terry had a charter and so he went with friends to the park to play softball.”

    The conversation was halting and strange. Winston either wasn’t really interested or was unused to such banal talk.

    “Would you like something to drink?” McCaleb offered as he passed the baby to Graciela.

    “No, I’m fine. I had a Coke on the boat.”

    As if on cue, or perhaps indignant about being passed from one set of hands to another, the baby started to fuss and Graciela said she would take her inside. She left them standing on the porch. McCaleb pointed to the round table and chairs where they ate most nights while the baby slept.

    “Let’s sit down.”

    He pointed Winston to the chair that would give her the best view of the harbor. She put the green binder, which McCaleb recognized as a murder book, on the table and the video on top of it.

    “Beautiful,” she said.

    “Yeah, she’s amazing. I could watch her all—”

    He stopped and smiled when he realized she was talking about the view, not his child. Winston smiled, too.

    “She’s beautiful, Terry. She really is. You look good, too, so tan and all.”

    “I’ve been going out on the boat.”

    “And your health is good?”

    “Can’t complain about anything other than all the meds they make me take. But I’m three years in now and no problems. I think I’m in the clear, Jaye. I just have to keep taking the damn pills and it should stay that way.”

    He smiled and he did appear to be the picture of health. As the sun had turned his skin dark, it had worked to the opposite effect on his hair. Close cropped and neat, it was almost blond now. Working on the boat had also defined the muscles of his arms and shoulders. The only giveaway was hidden under his shirt, the ten-inch scar left by transplantation surgery.

    “That’s great,” Winston said. “It looks like you have a wonderful setup here. New family, new home… away from everything.”

    She was silent a moment, turning her head as if to take in all of the view and the island and McCaleb’s life at once. McCaleb had always thought Jaye Winston was attractive in a tomboyish way. She had loose sandy-blond hair that she kept shoulder length. She had never worn makeup back when he worked with her. But she had sharp, knowing eyes and an easy and somewhat sad smile, as if she saw the humor and tragedy in everything at once. She wore black jeans and a white T-shirt beneath a black blazer. She looked cool and tough and McCaleb knew from experience that she was. She had a habit of hooking her hair behind her ear frequently as she spoke. He found that endearing for some unknown reason. He had always thought that if he had not connected with Graciela he might have tried to know Jaye Winston better. He also sensed that Winston intuitively knew that.

    “Makes me feel guilty about why I came,” she said. “Sort of.”

    McCaleb nodded at the binder and the tape.

    “You came on business. You could have just called, Jaye. Saved some time, probably.”

    “No, you didn’t send out any change-of-address or phone cards. Like maybe you didn’t want people to know where you ended up.”

    She hooked her hair behind her left ear and smiled again.

    “Not really,” he said. “I just didn’t think people would want to know where I was. So how did you find me?”

    “Asked around over at the marina on the mainland.”

    “Overtown. They call it overtown here.”

    “Overtown, then. They told me in the harbor master’s office that you still kept a slip there but you moved the boat over here. I came over and took a water taxi around the harbor until I found it. Your friend was there. He told me how to get up here.”

    “Buddy.”

    McCaleb looked down into the harbor and picked out The Following Sea. It was about a half mile or so away. He could see Buddy Lockridge bent over in the stern. After a few moments he could tell that Buddy was washing off the reels with the hose from the freshwater tank.

    “So what’s this about, Jaye?” McCaleb said without looking at Winston. “Must be important for you to go through all of that on your day off. I assume you’re off on Sundays.”

    “Most of them.”

    She pushed the tape aside and opened the binder. Now McCaleb looked over. Although it was upside down to him, he could tell the top page was a standard homicide occurrence report, usually the first page in every murder book he had ever read. It was the starting point. His eyes went to the address box. Even upside down he could make out that it was a West Hollywood case.

    “I’ve got a case here I was hoping you’d take a look at. In your spare time, I mean. I think it might be your sort of thing. I was hoping you’d give me a read, maybe point me someplace I haven’t been yet.”

    He had known as soon as he saw the binder in her hands that this was what she was going to ask him. But now that it had been asked he felt a confusing rush of sensations. He felt a thrill at the possibility of having a part of his old life again. He also felt guilt over the idea of bringing death into a home so full of new life and happiness. He glanced toward the open slider to see if Graciela was looking out at them. She wasn’t.

    “My sort of thing?” he said. “If it’s a serial, you shouldn’t waste time. Go to the bureau, call Maggie Griffin. She’ll—”

    “I did all of that, Terry. I still need you.”

    “How old is this thing?”

    “Two weeks.”

    Her eyes looked up from the binder to his.

    “New Year’s Day?”

    She nodded.

    “First murder of the year,” she said. “For L.A. County, at least. Some people think the true millennium didn’t start until this year.”

    “You think this is a millennium nut?”

    “Whoever did this was a nut of some order. I think. That’s why I’m here.”

    “What did the bureau say? Did you take this to Maggie?”

    “You haven’t kept up, Terry. Maggie was sent back to Quantico. Things slowed down in the last few years out here and Behavioral Sciences pulled her back. No outpost in L.A. anymore. So, yes, I talked to her. But over the phone at Quantico. She ran it through VICAP and got zilched.”

    McCaleb knew she meant the Violent Criminal Apprehension Program computer.

    “What about a profile?” he asked.

    “I’m on a waiting list. Do you know that across the country there were thirty-four millennium-inspired murders on New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day? So they have their hands full at the moment and the bigger departments like us, we’re at the end of the line because the bureau figures the smaller departments with less experience and expertise and manpower need their help more.”

    She waited a moment while letting McCaleb consider all of this. He understood the bureau’s philosophy. It was a form of triage.

    “I don’t mind waiting a month or so until Maggie or somebody else over there can work something up for me, but my gut on this one tells me time is a consideration, Terry. If it is a serial, a month may be too long to wait. That’s why I thought of coming to you. I am banging my head on the wall on this one and you might be our last best hope of coming up with something to move on now. I still remember the Cemetery Man and the Code Killer. I know what you can do with a murder book and some crime scene tape.”

    The last few lines were gratuitous and her only false move so far, McCaleb thought. Otherwise he believed she was sincere in the expression of her belief that the killer she was looking for might strike again.

    “It’s been a long time for me, Jaye,” McCaleb began. “Other than that thing with Graciela’s sister, I haven’t been involved in—”

    “Come on, Terry, don’t bullshit me, okay? You can sit here with a baby in your lap every day of the week and it still won’t erase what you were and what you did. I know you. We haven’t seen each other or talked in a long time but I know you. And I know that not a day goes by that you don’t think about cases. Not a day.”

    She paused and stared at him.

    “When they took out your heart, they didn’t take out what makes you tick, know what I mean?”

    McCaleb looked away from her and back down at his boat. Buddy was now sitting in the main fighting chair, his feet up on the transom. McCaleb assumed he had a beer in his hand but it was too far to see that.

    “If you’re so good at reading people, what do you need me for?”

    “I may be good but you’re the best I ever knew. Hell, even if they weren’t backed up till Easter in Quantico, I’d take you over any of those profilers. I mean that. You were—”

    “Okay, Jaye, we don’t need a sales pitch, okay? My ego is doing okay without all the—”

    “Then what do you need?”

    He looked back at her.

    “Just some time. I need to think about this.”

    “I’m here because my gut says I don’t have much time.”

    McCaleb got up and walked to the railing. His gaze was out to the sea. A Catalina Express ferry was coming in. He knew it would be almost empty. The winter months brought few visitors.

    “The boat’s coming in,” he said. “It’s the winter schedule, Jaye. You better catch it going back or you’ll be here all night.”

    “I’ll have dispatch send a chopper for me if I have to. Terry, all I need from you is one day at the most. One night, even. Tonight. You sit down, read the book, look at the tape and then call me in the morning, tell me what you see. Maybe it’s nothing or at least nothing that’s new. But maybe you’ll see something we’ve missed or you’ll get an idea we haven’t come up with yet. That’s all I’m asking. I don’t think it’s a lot.”

    McCaleb looked away from the incoming boat and turned so his back leaned against the rail.

    “It doesn’t seem like a lot to you because you’re in the life. I’m not. I’m out of it, Jaye. Even going back into it for a day is going to change things. I moved out here to start over and to forget all the stuff I was good at. To get good at being something else. At being a father and a husband, for starters.”

    Winston got up and walked to the railing. She stood next to him but looked out at the view while he remained facing his home. She spoke in a low voice. If Graciela was listening from somewhere inside, she could not hear this.

    “Remember with Graciela’s sister what you told me? You told me you got a second shot at life and that there had to be a reason for it. Now you’ve built this life with her sister and her son and now even your own child. That’s wonderful, Terry, I really think so. But that can’t be the reason you were looking for. You might think it is but it’s not. Deep down you know it. You were good at catching these people. Next to that, what is catching fish?”

    McCaleb nodded slightly and was uncomfortable with himself for doing it so readily.

    “Leave the stuff,” he said. “I’ll call you when I can.”

    On the way to the door Winston looked about for Graciela but didn’t see her.

    “She’s probably in with the baby,” McCaleb said.

    “Well, tell her I said good-bye.”

    “I will.”

    There was an awkward silence the rest of the way to the door. Finally, as McCaleb opened it, Winston spoke.

    “So what’s it like, Terry? Being a father.”

    “It’s the best of times, it’s the worst of times.”

    His stock answer. He then thought a moment and added something he had thought about but never said, not even to Graciela.

    “It’s like having a gun to your head all the time.”

    Winston looked confused and maybe even a little concerned.

    “How so?”

    “Because I know if anything ever happens to her, anything, then my life is over.”

    She nodded.

    “I think I can understand that.”

    She went through the door. She looked rather silly as she left. A seasoned homicide detective riding away in a golf cart.



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    • Posted October 28, 2010

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      Great collection of the books that started the great Harry Bosch

      Michael Connelly shows his background in wiriting for the crime beat. All three novels are excellent reads, and the story continues through all three books the way you would expect. The twists and turns kept me into the series (and got me into some trouble with the wife, I couldn't put my nook down).

      There are some minor typographical errors, but nothing to get excited about. The indexing is nice, on the nook, the go-to feature makes it easy to go to a certain chapter in any of the three books you would like to read.

      4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted October 5, 2010

      Great way to understand Harry Bosch from the beginning

      Having been a member of the "nook free book club of the week", most of the selections were lackluster reading. I bought this selection based more on hope than promise. Just finished the first novel and just dived into the second novel. Plot and character development was totally absorbing. Author has the knack of pulling the reader into Harry's mindset and actually feeling the grit associated with being a LAPD detective. I'm a native angeleno and how he describes the various neighborhoods of the Greater LA area is point on. Future Harry Bosch novels are on my list!

      3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted February 8, 2011

      Love these Harry Bosch Books

      Great THREE books. Love Harry but wish he would get a break! But the books are well written, good plot and great mysteries.

      2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted February 6, 2012

      Good stories!!

      Enjoyable read. Interesting to follow Harry from his first book forward.

      1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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    • Posted June 15, 2011

      I Love Harry Bosch

      Please help - I've read later versions of Harry Bosch and thought I'd go back to the beginning. If I buy the 3 book set the read length is much shorter then buying all 3 separately. Do you miss anything by buying the 1, 2 & 3 Series in on Novel for the 17.99.

      Thanks
      Rick

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    • Posted May 13, 2011

      Great Buy

      This is 3 Bosch novels for a very good price. Have read only the first so far but I liked it.

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    • Anonymous

      Posted December 10, 2012

      great

      kept reading cant stop

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    • Anonymous

      Posted December 1, 2012

      Icestar

      Catches a squirrel

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    • Anonymous

      Posted November 30, 2012

      Vinestorm

      Stalking carefully among some reeds, not letting his shadow fall on the water. He swiped his paw out and a huge fish- about as big as an warrior- flew out. He banged its head against a rock, killing it.

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    • Posted September 28, 2012

      Another thriller, you wont want to lay it down

      Harry, somehow always figures it out. The author lets you think in all directions before Harry lets you in. If your into good detective books this is a great one.

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    • Posted March 31, 2012

      Very highly recommended

      I am reading all of the Harry Bosch books I can get my hands on as they all are very good and I want to read more of them. Keep them coming!!!!

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    • Anonymous

      Posted January 15, 2012

      AWESOME

      Very good book. Luv the whole series

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    • Anonymous

      Posted January 11, 2012

      Harry Bosch is always a good read.

      Good novels and like that I can have 3 books in one volume.
      Harry Bosch can live on and on and I will be a forever fan!

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    • Posted September 14, 2011

      I Also Recommend:

      Riveting Crime Series

      Michael Connelly's Harry Bosch novels are simply riveting and unabashed page turners!
      The plots are involved and smart and there's good character development of the repeat principals.
      These are worth working your way through.... but you MAY find yourself having to read one after another, after another!

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    • Anonymous

      Posted August 6, 2011

      Old fashioned, but well written

      Good, old fashoned (people smoke for goodness sake, and no cell phones!) police stories. I was homesick for LA, so I liked the LA atmosphere.

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    • Posted April 12, 2011

      Who would not want these three Bosch books in one! sandy

      It could take up the whole summer read at the beach, or the winter infront of the fireplace. Either way, a good time getting aquinted with 'the ways' of Harry! I am sure I have met these cops!

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