Speaking from among the Bones (Flavia de Luce Series #5)

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From award-winning author Alan Bradley comes the next cozy British mystery starring intrepid young sleuth Flavia de Luce, hailed by USA Today as “one of the most remarkable creations in recent literature.”
 
Eleven-year-old amateur detective and ardent chemist Flavia de Luce is used to digging up clues, whether they’re found among the potions in her laboratory or between the pages of her insufferable sisters’ diaries. What she is not ...

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Overview

From award-winning author Alan Bradley comes the next cozy British mystery starring intrepid young sleuth Flavia de Luce, hailed by USA Today as “one of the most remarkable creations in recent literature.”
 
Eleven-year-old amateur detective and ardent chemist Flavia de Luce is used to digging up clues, whether they’re found among the potions in her laboratory or between the pages of her insufferable sisters’ diaries. What she is not accustomed to is digging up bodies. Upon the five-hundredth anniversary of St. Tancred’s death, the English hamlet of Bishop’s Lacey is busily preparing to open its patron saint’s tomb. Nobody is more excited to peek inside the crypt than Flavia, yet what she finds will halt the proceedings dead in their tracks: the body of Mr. Collicutt, the church organist, his face grotesquely and inexplicably masked. Who held a vendetta against Mr. Collicutt, and why would they hide him in such a sacred resting place? The irrepressible Flavia decides to find out. And what she unearths will prove there’s never such thing as an open-and-shut case.
 
Acclaim for Alan Bradley’s beloved Flavia de Luce novels, winners of the Crime Writers’ Association Debut Dagger Award, Barry Award, Agatha Award, Macavity Award, Dilys Winn Award, and Arthur Ellis Award
 
“Every Flavia de Luce novel is a reason to celebrate.”—USA Today
 
“Utterly beguiling.”—People (four stars), on The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag
 
“Outstanding . . . [a] marvelous blend of whimsy and mystery.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review), on A Red Herring Without Mustard
 
“Original, charming, devilishly creative.”—Bookreporter, on I Am Half-Sick of Shadows

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Publishers Weekly
Memorable, often funny prose complements the crafty plot of Bradley’s fifth Flavia de Luce novel (after 2011’s I Am Half-Sick of Shadows). The year 1951 marks the 500th anniversary of the death of St. Tancred, who gave his name to 11-year-old Flavia’s local church in the village of Bishop’s Lacey. That the occasion will include the opening of the saint’s tomb excites Flavia, whose curiosity about the excavation leads her to find the body of a murder victim. The precocious and irrepressible Flavia (who was booted from the Girl Guides for “an excess of high spirits”) continues to delight. Portraying a 11-year-old as a plausible sleuth and expert in poisons is no mean feat, but Bradley makes it look easy. The reader never loses sight of Flavia’s youth, but also never wonders at the likelihood that someone with her qualities exists. Agent: Denise Bukowski, the Bukowski Agency. (Feb.)
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Acclaim for Speaking from Among the Bones
 
“[Alan] Bradley scores another success. . . . This series is a grown-up version of Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys and all those mysteries you fell in love with as a child.”The San Diego Union-Tribune
 
“The precocious and irrepressible Flavia . . . continues to delight.”Publishers Weekly (starred review)
 
“Fiendishly brilliant . . . Bradley has created an utterly charming cast of characters . . . as quirky as any British mystery fan could hope for.”—Bookreporter
 
“Delightful and entertaining.”San Jose Mercury News

Acclaim for Alan Bradley’s Flavia de Luce novels
 
“Every Flavia de Luce novel is a reason to celebrate.”USA Today
 
“Delightful.”—The Boston Globe, on The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
 
“Utterly beguiling.”People (four stars), on The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag
 
“Irresistibly appealing.”—The New York Times Book Review, on A Red Herring Without Mustard

Kirkus Reviews
Irrepressible Flavia de Luce, the self-taught whiz kid who adores cyanide and has a soft spot for strychnine, confronts lead poisoning. To celebrate St. Tancred's quincentennial, the vicar has asked permission from the diocese to open the holy man's tomb and have his remains present at the feast. Naturally, 11-year-old Flavia, who loves corpses the way other girls her age love butterflies and unicorns, mounts her bicycle, Gladys, and races to the church to be first in line to see the remains. The vicar, the diggers and Flavia are aghast when the first corpse they come upon belongs to Mr. Collicutt, the church organist, who died with a gas mask on and a bit of ruffle at his throat. Inspector Hewitt is at a loss, but Flavia has stepped up to crime-solving before (I Am Half-Sick of Shadows, 2011, etc.). Despite the distressing news that the debts of her father, the colonel, so exceed his income that Buckshaw, the family home, must be put on the market, Flavia conscientiously collects blood dabs; discovers love rivals in the Ladies Altar Guild; meets Magistrate Ridley-Smith's son, locked away in the upper reaches of Bogmore Hall, who mistakes Flavia for her long-gone mother, Harriet; discovers a tunnel leading from the cemetery to St. Tancred's crypt; and consults with private eye Adam Sowerby, who knows that some Latin marginalia in an ancient text and plant lore gleaned from herbalist Mad Meg are important clues. Then there's nothing more to do than call Inspector Hewitt into the study and explain everything to him. But can young Flavia, who can deal with even grand-scale mayhem, cope with her father's pronouncement on the very last page? The Flavia bandwagon rolls on: Not only will she star in five more novels, but she'll also shine in several made-for-television films.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307879493
  • Publisher: Random House Audio Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/29/2013
  • Series: Flavia de Luce Series , #5
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged
  • Sales rank: 493,981
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 5.90 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Alan Bradley is the internationally bestselling author of many short stories, children’s stories, newspaper columns, and the memoir The Shoebox Bible. His first Flavia de Luce novel, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, received the Crime Writers’ Association Debut Dagger Award, the Dilys Winn Award, the Arthur Ellis Award, the Agatha Award, the Macavity Award, and the Barry Award, and was nominated for the Anthony Award. His other Flavia de Luce novels are The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag, A Red Herring Without Mustard, and I Am Half-Sick of Shadows.

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Blood dripped from the neck of the severed head and fell in a drizzle of red raindrops, clotting into a ruby pool upon the black and white tiles. The face wore a grimace of surprise, as if the man had died in the middle of a scream. His teeth, each clearly divided from its neighbor by a black line, were bared in a horrible, silent scream.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the thing.

The woman who proudly held the gaping head at arm’s length by its curly blue-­black hair was wearing a scarlet dress—­almost, but not quite, the color of the dead man’s blood.

To one side, a servant with downcast eyes held the platter upon which she had carried the head into the room. Seated on a wooden throne, a matron in a saffron dress leaned forward in square-­jawed pleasure, her hands clenched into fists on the arms of her chair as she took a good look at the grisly trophy. Her name was Herodias, and she was the wife of the king.

The younger woman, the one clutching the head, was—at least, according to the historian Flavius Josephus—named Salome. She was the stepdaughter of the king, whose name was Herod, and Herodias was her mother.

The detached head, of course, belonged to John the Baptist.

I remembered hearing the whole sordid story not more than a month ago when Father read aloud the Second Lesson from the back of the great carved wooden eagle which served as the lectern at St. Tancred’s.

On that winter morning I had gazed up, transfixed, just as I was gazing now, at the stained-­glass window in which this fascinating scene was depicted.

Later, during his sermon, the vicar had explained that in Old Testament times, our blood was thought to contain our lives.

Of course!

Blood!

Why hadn’t I thought of it before?

“Feely,” I said, tugging at her sleeve, “I have to go home.”

My sister ignored me. She peered closely at the music book as, in the dusky shadows of the fading light, her fingers flew like white birds over the keys of the organ.

Mendelssohn’s Wie gross ist des Allmächt’gen Güte.

“ ‘How great are the works of the Almighty,’ ” she told me it meant.

Easter was now less than a week away and Feely was trying to whip the piece into shape for her official debut as organist of St. Tancred’s. The flighty Mr. Collicutt, who had held the post only since last summer, had vanished suddenly from our village without explanation and Feely had been asked to step into his shoes.

St. Tancred’s went through organists like a python goes through white mice. Years ago, there had been Mr. Taggart, then Mr. Denning. It was now Mr. Collicutt’s kick at the cat.

“Feely,” I said. “It’s important. There’s something I have to do.”

Feely jabbed one of the ivory coupling buttons with her thumb and the organ gave out a roar. I loved this part of the piece: the point where it leaps in an instant from sounding like a quiet sea at sunset to the snarl of a jungle animal.

When it comes to organ music, loud is good—­at least to my way of thinking.

I tucked my knees up under my chin and huddled back into the corner of the choir stall. It was obvious that Feely was going to slog her way through to the end come hell or high water, and I would simply have to wait it out.

I looked at my surroundings but there wasn’t much to see. In the feeble glow of the single bulb above the music rack, Feely and I might as well have been castaways on a tiny raft of light in a sea of darkness.

By twisting my neck and tilting my head back like a hanged man, I could just make out the head of Saint Tancred, which was carved in English oak at the end of a hammer beam in the roof of the nave. In the weird evening light, he had the look of a man with his nose pressed flat against a window, peering in from the cold to a cozy room with a cheery fire burning on the hearth.

I gave him a respectful bob of my head, even though I knew he couldn’t see me since his bones were moldering away in the crypt below. But better safe than sorry.

Above my head, on the far side of the chancel, John the Baptist and his murderers had now faded out almost completely. Twilight came quickly in these cloudy days of March and, viewed from inside the church, the windows of St. Tancred’s could change from a rich tapestry of glorious colors to a muddy blackness in less time than it would take you to rattle off one of the longer psalms.

To tell the truth, I’d have rather been at home in my chemical laboratory than sitting here in the near-­darkness of a drafty old church, but Father had insisted.

Even though Feely was six years older than me, Father refused to let her go alone to the church for her almost nightly rehearsals and choir practices.

“A lot of strangers likely to be about these days,” he said, referring to the team of archaeologists who would soon be arriving in Bishop’s Lacey to dig up the bones of our patron saint.

How I was to defend Feely against the attacks of these savage scholars, Father had not bothered to mention, but I knew there was more to it than that.

In the recent past there had been a number of murders in Bishop’s Lacey: fascinating murders in which I had rendered my assistance to Inspector Hewitt of the Hinley Constabulary.

In my mind, I ticked off the victims on my fingers: Horace Bonepenny, Rupert Porson, Brookie Harewood, Phyllis Wyvern. . . .

One more corpse and I’d have a full hand.

Each of them had come to a sticky end in our village, and I knew that Father was uneasy.

“It isn’t right, Ophelia,” he said, “for a girl who’s—­for a girl your age to be rattling about alone in an old church at night.”

“There’s nobody there but the dead.” Feely had laughed, perhaps a little too gaily. “And they don’t bother me. Not nearly so much as the living.”

Behind Father’s back, my other sister, Daffy, had licked her wrist and wetted down her hair on both sides of an imaginary part in the middle of her head, like a cat washing its face. She was poking fun at Ned Cropper, the potboy at the Thirteen Drakes, who had the most awful crush on Feely and sometimes followed her about like a bad smell.

Feely had scratched her ear to indicate she had understood Daffy’s miming. It was one of those silent signals that fly among sisters like semaphore messages from ship to ship, indecipherable to anyone who doesn’t know the code. Even if Father had seen the gesture, he would not have understood its meaning. Father’s codebook was in a far different language from ours.

“Still,” Father had said, “if you’re coming or going after dark, you are to take Flavia with you. It won’t hurt her to learn a few hymns.”

Learn a few hymns indeed! Just a couple of months ago when I was confined to bed during the Christmas holidays, Mrs. Mullet, in giggling whispers and hushed pledges of secrecy, had taught me a couple of new ones. I never tired of bellowing:

“Hark the herald angels sing,

Beecham’s Pills are just the thing.

Peace on earth and mercy mild,

Two for a man and one for a child!”

Either that or:

“We Three Kings of Leicester Square,

Selling ladies’ underwear,

So fantastic, no elastic,

Only tuppence a pair.”

—­until Feely flung a copy of Hymns Ancient and Modern at my head. One thing I have learned about organists is that they have absolutely no sense of humor.

“Feely,” I said, “I’m freezing.”

I shivered and buttoned up my cardigan. It was bitterly cold in the church at night. The choir had left an hour ago, and without their warm bodies round me, shoulder to shoulder like singing sardines, it seemed even colder still.

But Feely was submerged in Mendelssohn. I might as well have been talking to the moon.

Suddenly the organ gave out a fluttering gasp, as if it had choked on something, and the music gargled to a stop.

“Oh, fiddle,” Feely said. It was as close to swearing as she ever came—­at least in church. My sister was a pious fraud.

She stood up on the pedals and waddled her way off the organ bench, making a harsh mooing of bass notes.

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  • Posted February 4, 2013

    By far the best Flavia book yet. I could not put it down until

    By far the best Flavia book yet. I could not put it down until I read the entire book. I was not in shock at the end; I have been waiting for this. I can't stand the idea that I have to wait a year for the next book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 29, 2013

    love the book Alan Bradely has found a way to mix Homes, Christy

    love the book Alan Bradely has found a way to mix Homes, Christy and even Nancy Drew into one mystery solving crime fighter. Love the whit and how he makes you think that you know how the crime is going to end. but then a sudden twist that you did not expect to happen. can not wait to read the others and so hope he keeps writting love his work.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 5, 2013

    I truly love Alan Bradley and Flavia de Luce. Each book gets be

    I truly love Alan Bradley and Flavia de Luce. Each book gets better, and I feel as though I know Bishops Lacey intimately. Love the development of the characters, and some of the new characters introduced in this book. The ending is a true cliffhanger, but I will wait patiently for the next installment as don't want anything less than the perfection I have come to expect. I must admit, I would appreciate a Flavia in my neighborhood

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2014

    Delightful. Highly Recommended for All Ages!

    The entire Flavia series is delightful and is perfect for anyone who likes books that are charming, well-written, and wholesome. I have given many of these books as gifts and everyone who reads them becomes a fan of Flavia De Luce. The hardbacks are adorable decorative, and colorful, and make a charming addition to one's library.

    The only negative was B&N delivery which was not as promised, and the customer service which was less than helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2014

    DELIGHTFUL!!!

    I am a great fan of Flavia. Delightful may sound strange for a murder mystery, but I use this as I would to describe a Miss Marple mystery!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2013

    Another fun read about the girl genius Flavia

    I am a Flavia admirer and this book was just as amusing and well written as the rest.

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  • Posted June 27, 2013

    I began the book about two months after publication; I was keenl

    I began the book about two months after publication; I was keenly aware of its existence, but I was none too anxious to dive in.
    I mean, #5 in a series? It's like James Bond - "Shaken, not stirred" works only so many times. (About 20 times if you're a man.)
    My point is this: DO NOT HESITATE TO DROP EVERYTHING, AND READ THIS BOOK NOW.

    You're always in good hands with Allstate, and Alan Bradley. Excerpts:


    Antigone smiled upon me like a madonna who had just had a foot massage. 


    and


    Feely was gazing into her teacup, admiring her own reflection. She insisted on drinking it plain, "no cream, thank you," the better
    to see herself in the shimmering liquid surface. At the moment, she was blowing on it gently to see what she'd look like with wavy hair. 


    and of the "cooking" of the governess Mrs. Mullet:


    The very thought of this gray guck sticking to my ribs - or anything else - was enough to make my stomach go into hibernation.
    "Thank you, Mrs. M", I said groggily, adding a generous slosh of milk to the oatmeal. Perhaps I could sip away at the liquid
    and leave the quivering horror hidden beneath the surface like the Loch Ness Monster.


    With writing like this, a great plot and goose bump guaranteed climax are almost beside the point. Almost.
    I urge you not read any "spoilers" of this book. Heed the "spoiler alerts" and direct your eyes elsewhere.

    Buy it. Read it. Love it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2013

    Flavia

    She is so awesome.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2013

    Flavia rules!

    I've read the whole series and I absolutely adore Flavia , her family, and her community

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  • Posted May 1, 2013

    These books are the best!  I want to go back to teaching and mak

    These books are the best!  I want to go back to teaching and make all these books part of our literature sessions and have read aloud with my students at the edge of their seats!   Flavia is such a brilliant character!

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  • Posted April 19, 2013

    A cliff-hanger not to be missed

    Flavia is at her best in SPEAKING FROM THE BONES and the family's plight plays no small part. You will find yourself immersed in Flavia's latest adventure while worried about the DeLuces' future. Flavia is up to her second floor bedroom in bodies and suspects and uncovers something very revealing about herself in this story. Bradley has done it again -- Thank you Alan!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2013

    Love flavia...can't wait for the tv show!

    Good as always...this girl is a pip!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 7, 2013

    Fun Mystery Series!

    I have read each of the Flavia DeLuce mysteries, and they are consistently good fun.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2013

    "Childish," but always lots of fun.

    This is one of the better books of this series. It is a series that I have enjoyed unexpectedly. The protagonist is a child and the story can be enjoyed multigenerationally. The mysteries are cute and fun.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2013

    FUN READ

    Being new to the Flvia de Luce books starting with the last bok and this one I'm glad I found it. I look forward to reading another addition in the future.Flavia is a wonderful character.

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  • Posted March 8, 2013

    Maybe not a "5" but 4.7 for sure.

    I LOVE this series. Alan Bradley may you live forever and you too, Flavia de Luce. This 11 year old genius (chemist and super sleuth) is bold and unpredictable.

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  • Posted March 8, 2013

    Highly recommended - be sure to read all of the Flavia series!

    I have been fortunate to follow Flavia de Luce's adventures from the beginning - I was hooked by the ex-Girl Guide's narrative as she investigated a mysterious event at her ancestral home - and also by her love of science (especially poisons). Alan Bradley's book is the best of all worlds - a mystery, a "cozy," a family tale - all featuring a plucky young detective and the characters she encounters. His dialogue is spot-on - Flavia comes across as a "real" person, not an on-the-page over-developed 11 year old. And the situations she finds (or gets) herself into are part humorous, part horrible, part I-told-you-so.

    I hope that there is a 6th book in the series and that it is published very soon!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 1, 2013

    Highly recommended for mystery lovers who want a quick read.

    I have loved all the "Flavia de Luce" books. These are quirky mysteries because the heroine is an 11 year old chemist!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 1, 2013

    lives up to expectations!

    I have always loved Flavia's flair for adventure and her compassion for others. Also her clear view of others faults!
    Bradly comes thru again.

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  • Posted March 1, 2013

    Another great one from Bradley

    I love mystery novels, and the Alan Bradley series starring Flavia de Luce are delightful in their quirkiness and refreshing. Always a good murder plot, and fun interactions between Flavia and the adults and siblings that people her world. I await the next installation in this series!

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