The Language of Bees (Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes Series #9)

The Language of Bees (Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes Series #9)

by Laurie R. King


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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • “[Laurie R.] King enriches the Sherlockian legacy.”—The Boston Globe 

For Mary Russell and her husband, Sherlock Holmes, returning to the Sussex coast after seven months abroad was especially sweet. There was even a mystery to solve—the unexplained disappearance of an entire colony of bees from one of Holmes’s beloved hives.

But the anticipated sweetness of their homecoming is quickly tempered by a galling memory from the past. Mary had met Damian Adler only once before, when the surrealist painter had been charged with—and exonerated from—murder. Now the troubled young man is enlisting the Holmeses’ help again, this time in a desperate search for his missing wife and child.

Mary has often observed that there are many kinds of madness, and before this case yields its shattering solution she’ll come into dangerous contact with a fair number of them. From suicides at Stonehenge to the dark secrets of a young woman’s past on the streets of Shanghai, Mary will find herself on the trail of a killer more dangerous than any she’s ever faced—a killer Sherlock Holmes himself may be protecting for reasons near and dear to his heart.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780553804546
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 04/28/2009
Series: Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes Series , #9
Pages: 448
Product dimensions: 6.20(w) x 8.90(h) x 1.50(d)

About the Author

Laurie R. King is the New York Times bestselling author of thirteen Mary Russell mysteries, five contemporary novels featuring Kate Martinelli, the Stuyvesant & Grey novels Touchstone and The Bones of Paris, and the acclaimed A Darker Place, Folly, and Keeping Watch. She lives in Northern California.

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The Language of Bees

By Laurie R. King
Copyright © 2009

Laurie R. King
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ISBN: 9780553804546

Chapter One

First Birth (1): The boy came into being on a night of celestial alignment, when a comet travelled the firmament and the sky threw forth a million shooting stars to herald his arrival. Testimony, I:1


Portsmouth sweltered under a fitful breeze. 

Sherlock Holmes paced up and down, smoking one cigarette after another, his already bleak mood growing darker by the minute. I sat, sinuses swollen with the dregs of a summer cold I’d picked up in New York, trying to ignore my partner’s mood and my own headache. 

Patrick, my farm manager, had come to meet the ship with the post, the day’s newspapers, and a beaming face; in no time at all the smile was gone, the letters and papers hastily thrust into my hands, and he had vanished to, he claimed, see what the delay was about. Welcome home. 

Just as it seemed Holmes was about to fling his coat to the side and set off for home on foot, whistles blew, doors clattered, and the train roused itself from torpor. We boarded, flinging our compartment’s windows as far open as they would go. Patrick cast a wary glance at Holmes and claimed an acquaintance in the third- classcarriage. We removed as many of our outer garments as propriety would allow, and I tore away the first pages of the newspaper to construct a fan, cooling myself with the announcements and the agony column. Holmes slumped into the seat and reached for his cigarette case yet again. I recognised the symptoms, although I was puzzled as to the cause. Granted, an uneventful week in New York followed by long days at sea–none of our fellow passengers having been thoughtful enough to bleed to death in the captain’s cabin, drop down dead of a mysterious poison, or vanish over the rails–might cause a man like Holmes to chafe at inactivity, nonetheless, one might imagine that a sea voyage wouldn’t be altogether a burden after seven hard- pressed months abroad.* And in any case, we were now headed for home, where his bees, his newspapers, and the home he had created twenty years before awaited him. One might expect a degree of satisfaction, even anticipation; instead, the man was all gloom and cigarettes. 

I had been married to him for long enough that I did not even consider addressing the conundrum then and there, but said merely, “Holmes, if you don’t slow down on that tobacco, your lungs will turn to leather. And mine. Would you prefer the papers, or the post?” I held out the newspaper, which I had already skimmed while we were waiting, and took the first item on the other stack, a picture post- card from Dr Watson showing a village square in Portugal. To my surprise, Holmes reached past the proffered newspaper and snatched the pile of letters from my lap. 

Another oddity. In the normal course of events, Holmes was much attached to the daily news–several dailies, in fact, when he could get them. Over the previous months, he had found it so frustrating to be days, even weeks in arrears of current events (current English events, that is) that one day in northern India, when confronted with a threeweek- old Times, he had sworn in disgust and flung the thing onto the fire, declaring, “I scarcely leave England before the criminal classes swarm like cockroaches. I cannot bear to hear of their antics.” Since then he had stuck to local papers and refused all offers of those from London–or, on the rare occasions he had succumbed to their siren call, he had perused the headlines with the tight- screwed features of a man palpating a wound: fearing the worst but unable to keep his fingers from the injury. Frankly, I had been astonished back in Portsmouth when he hadn’t ripped that day’s Times out of Patrick’s hand. 

Now, he dug his way into the post like a tunnelling badger, tossing out behind him the occasional remark and snippet of information. Trying to prise conversation out of Sherlock Holmes when he had his teeth into a project would be akin to tapping said preoccupied badger on the shoulder, so I took out my handkerchief and used it, and addressed myself first to the uninspiring view, then to the unread sections of the papers. 

Some minutes passed, then: “Mycroft has no news,” my partner and husband grumbled, allowing the single sheet of his brother’s ornate calligraphy to drift onto the upholstery beside him. 

“Is he well?” I asked. 

My only reply was the ripping open of the next envelope. On reflection, I decided that the letter would not say if its writer was well or not: True, Mycroft had been very ill the previous winter, but even if he were at death’s door, the only reason he would mention the fact in a letter would be if some urgent piece of business made his impending demise a piece of information he thought we needed. 

Holmes read; I read. He dropped the next letter, a considerably thicker one, on top of Mycroft’s, and said in a high and irritated voice, “Mrs Hudson spends three pages lamenting that she will not be at home to greet us, two pages giving quite unnecessary details of her friend Mrs Turner’s illness that requires her to remain in Surrey, two more pages reassuring us that her young assistant Lulu is more than capable, and then in the final paragraph deigns to mention that one of my hives is going mad.” 

“ ‘Going mad’? What does that mean?” 

He gave an eloquent lift of the fingers to indicate that her information was as substantial as the air above, and returned to the post. Now, though, his interest sharpened. He studied the next envelope closely, then held it to his nose, drawing in a deep and appreciative breath. 

Some wives might have cast a suspicious eye at the fond expression that came over his features. I went back to my newspapers. 

The train rattled, hot wind blew in the window, voices rose and fell from the next compartment, but around us, the silence grew thick with the press of words unsaid and problems unfaced. The two surviving aeroplanes from the American world flight were still in Reykjavík, I noted. And a conference on German war reparations would begin in London during the week- end. There had been another raid on Bright Young Things (including some lesser royals) at a country house gathering where cocaine flowed. Ah–but here was an appropriate interruption to the heavy silence: I read aloud the latest turn in the Leopold and Loeb sentence hearing, two young men who had murdered a boy to alleviate tedium, and to prove they could. 

Holmes turned a page. 

A few minutes later, I tried again. “Here’s a letter to The Times concerning a Druid suicide at Stonehenge–or, no, there was a suicide somewhere else, and a small riot at Stonehenge. Interesting: I hadn’t realised the Druids had staged a return. I wonder what the Archbishop of Canterbury has to say on the matter?” 

He might have been deaf. 

I shot a glance at the letter that so engrossed him, but did not recognise either the cream stock or the pinched, antique writing. I set down the newspaper long enough to read first Mrs Hudson’s letter, which I had to admit was more tantalising than informative, then Mycroft’s brief missive, but when I reached their end, Holmes was still frowning at the lengthy epistle from his unknown correspondent. 

Kicking myself for failing to bring a sufficient number of books from New York, I resumed The Times where, for lack of unread Druidical Letters to the Editor, or Dispatches from Reykjavík, or even News from Northumberland, I was driven to a survey of the adverts: Debenhams’ sketches delivered the gloomy verdict that I would need my skirt lengths adjusted again; Thomas Cook offered me educational cruises to Egypt, Berlin, and an upcoming solar eclipse; the Morris Motors adverts reminded me that it was high time to think about a new motor- car; and the London Pavilion offered me a Technicolor cowboy adventure called Wanderer in the Wasteland

“They are swarming,” Holmes said. 

I looked up from the newsprint to stare first at him, then at the thick document in his hand. 

“Who– Ah,” I said, struck by enlightenment, or at least, memory. “The bees.” 

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “You asked what it meant, that the hive had gone mad. It is swarming. The one beside the burial mound in the far field,” he added. 

“That letter is from your beekeeper friend,” I suggested. 

By way of response, he handed me the letter. 

The cramped writing and the motion of the train combined with the arcane terminology to render the pages somewhat less illuminating than the personal adverts in the paper. Over the years I had become tolerably familiar with the language of keeping bees, and had even from time to time lent an extra pair of arms to some procedure or other, but this writer’s interests, and expertise, were far beyond mine. And my nose was too stuffy to detect any odour of honey rising from the pages.

 When I had reached its end, I asked, “How does swarming qualify as madness?” 

“You read his letter,” he said. 

“I read the words.” 

“What did you not–” 

“Holmes, just tell me.” 

“The hive is casting swarms, repeatedly. Under normal circumstances, a hive’s swarming indicates prosperity, a sign that it can well afford to lose half its population, but in this case, the hive is hemorrhaging bees. He has cleared the nearby ground, checked for parasites and pests, added a super, even shifted the hive a short distance. The part where he talks about ‘tinnitusque cie et Matris quate cymbala circum’? He wanted to warn me that he’s hung a couple of bells nearby, that being what Virgil recommends to induce swarms back into a hive.” 

“Desperate measures.”

 “He does sound a touch embarrassed. And I cannot picture him standing over the hive ‘clashing Our Lady’s cymbals,’ which is Virgil’s next prescription.” 

“You’ve had swarms before.” When bees swarm–following a restless queen to freedom–it depletes the population of workers. As Holmes had said, this was no problem early in the season, since they left behind their honey and the next generation of pupae. However, I could see that doing so time and again would be another matter. “The last swarm went due north, and ended up attempting to take over an active hive in the vicar’s garden.”

 That, I had to agree, was peculiar: Outright theft was pathological behaviour among bees. 

“The combination is extraordinary. Perhaps the colony has some sort of parasite, driving them to madness?” he mused. 

“What can you do?” I asked, although I still thought it odd that he should find the behaviour of his insects more engrossing than dead Druids or the evil acts of spoilt young men. Even the drugs problem should have caught his attention–that seemed to have increased since the previous summer, I reflected: How long before Holmes was pulled into that problem once again? 

“I may have to kill them,” he declared, folding away the letter.

 “Holmes, that seems a trifle extreme,” I protested, and only when he gave me a curious look did I recall that we were talking about bees, not Young Things or religious crackpots. 

“You could be right,” he said, and went back to his reading.

 I returned to The Times, my eye caught again by the farmer’s letter demanding that a guard be mounted on Stonehenge at next year’s solstice, so as to avoid either riots or the threat of a dramatic suicide. I shook my head and turned the page: When it came to communal behaviour, there were many kinds of madness. 


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Nodosaurus on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book more than the previous ones. It felt more like an adventure book than a mystery. In this volume, Damian Adler surfaces again, and requests Sherlock Holmes'es help in finding his missing wife and daughter. The disappearance gets complicated as we learn that his wife is involved in a religious cult, and Damian is purported to be Sherlock Holmes'es son from an affair with Irene Adler. L'estrade gets invloved in the mystery, Sherlock and Mary seek assistance from Mycroft, and the adventure takes them through northern Scotland to the Orkeny Islands. THe book is fun and fairly fast-paced. Unfortunately is the first of a two parter. Although many issues are not resolved in this volume, it doesn't leave you with as many questions as most continued stories.
FMRox on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I was really excited to start this mystery series. Perhaps I began in the wrong place or the wrong format (audio). This was a very dreary reading of the novel by an unenthused narrator. The plot and chase dragged on for so long, I'm not sure I even remember the ending at this point. What a bore. I don't think I will pick another is this series as I don't care for the plot of this novel or the main protagonist Mary Russell. Perhaps its a good read?
wortklauberlein on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
After a promising beginning, in which the recently returned couple find Holmes' estranged grown son on their Sussex doorstep and the mysterious abandonment of their hive by a swarm of bees, the novel winds down in endless pursuit of a killer. Holmes and Russell are barely together, so their relationship hardly develops, but could Russell be starting to think of offspring? That and the numerous other loose ends no doubt will be further entangled in the next book, since the last line in this notes the story will be continued.The apiary thread and the historical cult phenomenon of the Golden Dawn give the book some of the heft readers expect from Laurie R. King but she seems to delve less deeply into religion than in previous Mary Russell novels, leaving this one feeling a bit lightweight.
cyderry on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
How ironic that Holmes and Russell return after a nearly a year to their home in Sussex at the same time that they return to us after a 4 year absence. Back at their beginnings, Russell is again the apprentice to Holmes as beekeeper. Missing bees, however, have to take second place, when confronted with the surprise appearance of Damian Adler, Holmes' son.Holmes must first reflect on this presence and then attend to the problem which brought the two together - the disappearance of Damian's wife, Yolanda with their 4 year old daughter, Estelle. Disappearing into the night as Holmes frequently does, Mary is left to undertake the bee mystery. Finding a resolution that she feels will satisfy her husband, she heads to London to assist Holmes using her brand of logic (the feminine side).Throughout her time with Holmes, Mary Russell has observed the strangest human behavior but this case, due to the family relationships involved, has its own kind of madness to observe. Russell employs her own special talents in the area of religious cults while delving into the skeletons in the closet of the missing young woman from Shanghai. The trail she must follow leads her to the Children of the Light and eventually the darkness that she must shatter.I was disappointed that Russell was still lacking a bit in her self-confidence when she first arrived back, but understand her gradual return to self as the story progressed. I was glad to see that Mycroft had a larger part in this story. I particularly approve of the way Russell's concerns for Holmes' feelings were conveyed throughout. The story after the initial development was fast-paced and kept the reader driving or should I say flying to the end.I regret that we had to wait four years for Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes to return to us. This series never fails to educate, entertain, and excite. I'm glad that the next is scheduled for 2010. As soon as I know the title, it will be on my wishlist.
tjsjohanna on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was an exciting adventure - at one point Russell is barreling headlong the length of England in a newfangled airplane battling bad weather and bad fuel. I enjoyed the puzzle aspect to the mystery as well - both Holmes and Russell are working to figure out the twisted logic of the villain before it is too late. This novel also introduces, as major characters, Holmes' son and granddaughter. It will be interesting to see where Ms. King takes her series in the future (although I have already read "God of the Hive" so I know how this particular immediate adventure will turn out!). As always, well written and compelling reading.
librarygirls on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
2009 entry in the popular series featuring Sherlock Holmes and his sleuthing wife Mary Russell. While not in the 'excellent' category as were Bee Keeper's Apprentice and Locked Rooms, this is an entertaining continuation of the story. This book contains a hunt for the missing wife and child of Sherlock's son, born to 'The Woman' Irene Adler and keep secret from Holmes for more than 20 years.
thetometraveller on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The latest (ninth) adventure for Sherlock Holmes and his wife, Mary Russell, begins as they arrive at their home in Sussex after an absence of almost a year. The immediate problem of the missing bees from their farthest beehive means that they don't even get into the house before going to check on the hive.When they get back to the house and even bigger surprise awaits. Sherlock's son Damian (his mother is Irene Adler!) is waiting on the doorstep with a problem. A big one. It seems his Chinese wife, Yolanda, and four year old daughter have gone missing from their London home.Now, Holmes never knew he had a son until the boy was grown and his mother had died. And the one and only time that they met, Damian was hateful toward his father. They haven't spoken since. Of course, what can his father do but go and help? He is his father and the famous detective Sherlock Holmes, after all.Mary is left home and tries to busy herself investigating the bee mystery. Eventually she is sucked into Damian's case and doing sleuthing on her own. With a mind nearly as fine as her husband's, Mary is the perfect partner for the logical Holmes.I can't recommend this series highly enough, it has been a favorite of mine for many years. Writing does not get any better than the smart, snappy prose of Laurie R. King.
readinggeek451 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Holmes and Russell return home from their trip around the world to find a hive gone mad--and his long-lost son. Damien has also been wandering but is now living in London with his wife and daughter. But his wife is missing.A nicely intricate puzzle.
Joycepa on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Ninth in the Mary Russell/Sherlock Holmes series.Back from San Francisco, Russell and Holmes arrive at their Sussex home to find a most unexpected visitor--Holmes¿ son, Damian Adler, child of Holmes¿ liaison with Irene Adler. Russell had met Holmes¿ son once before, when Daimian, a surrealist painter of growing reputation, had been charged with murder; he was cleared of the charges. Now Damian, who has always been hostile to his father, is back with a plea--although an ambivalent one-- for help in finding his wife and daughter, who have disappeared.The premise of the book is not one of my favorite ones--the sudden appearance of an important person in the protagonist¿s life who has never even been mentioned before. And for me, the initial part of the book is awkward, as King uses a different style to convey the relationship between Holmes and Damian. But the plot quickly develops and involves one of King¿s favorite themes--religious cults.Once past the initial part of the book, the story becomes ever more intriguing and the pace really picks up, until the denouement, which is a page-turner.A change of pace for the series, and still excellent. Highly recommended.
NellieMc on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I have all the Mary Russell books, and this is as good as most, although not among her best. I will confess to feeling a bit upset when the book didn't actually end--besides disappointed, it feels like a come on to get the next book; it would have been more honest to label this Volume 1. My second complaint is that the Mary and Sherlock go their separate ways a great deal, and a lot of the fun of the books is the intellectual sparring between the two. However, this is still a series that shines above most in the genre for the quality of its writing and the development of a heck of a good yarn. Mary Russell continues to be a fascinating character and the alternative universe side of Holmes (and Mycroft) that she's developed is always fun to watch. And for those who've read the first book (The Beekeeper's Apprentice), it's great to have the bees back in the story, even for just a short part.
Kathy89 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Sherlock Holmes and Mary Russell return to Sussex from a trip around the world to find Damien Adler (Sherlock's son from a brief affair with Irene Addler) waiting for them. His wife and 4 yr old daughter are missing and he needs their help in locating them.Sherlock and Mary work independently throughout most of the book and I would've like it better if they worked more closely and if the book had been edited some. I found it redundant in that Mary seemed to recap every move to Mycroft.
dcoward on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
SPOILER! A very disappointing entry to this series. I usually love this author, and even recognize the quality of books of hers that I don't particularly like. I think that's why I rated this book so low, I wouldn't rank it as a two compared to other authors as a whole, but... the character of Mary Russell seems weaker than ever, and rather obsessed with her husband's thoughts and feelings. Also, the plot moves at an excrutiatingly slow pace, and the characterizations are not up to this author's standards. Then...the book ends on a cliff hangar! Argh! Hopefully the next book will pick up!
MarkMeg on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I kept reading and thinking that I had read it or something like it before, but could not find it on the list. I skipped a lot of pages. I just couldn't seem to get into it. The story about the bees was distracting rather than flowing into it.
reannon on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Laurie King is one of my favorite writers. For one thing, she had the audacity to take a beloved character, Sherlock Holmes, and use him and make it work. But she isn't perfect. I wasn't fond of the The Game, the volume in this series set in India, and this one I didn't like as well as some of ther others in the series. Perhaps I'm finding the villain who is part of an evil cult to be a bit cliched by now.However, it does present Holmes with a previously unknown son, his son by Irene Adler. The son suffered gruesomely in WWI and fell apart. Holmes and Russell learned of his existence in 1919, when he was still a drug addict, and then he disappeared and could not be found. Now, in 1924, he shows up again, an sober artist whose Chinese wife has disappeared. It begins to look as though she was involved with a dangerous religious nut.Worth reading, but would recommend reading the other books in the series first.
tangential1 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I have to say, I don't think I've been disappointed by any of the Mary Russell books and this new one is right in line. Another excellent read=)There was an interesting paralleling to the last one (Locked Rooms). In LOCK, Russell is more than a little preoccupied with her past and her family and Holmes is in the background noticing clues with his clear mind and waiting for Russell to come around to herself to help with the mystery. In this new one it's reversed; Holmes is visited by his past/family and Russell goes about the business of objectively collecting clues and moving forward with the case at hand. Not quite the same since Holmes is still very actively trying to solve the case, but I thought it was an interesting transition from the last book to this one.Also, I saw a similarity between this new book and one of Ms. King's stand-alone novels, A Darker Place. DARK deals with alternative religions and cults, with a focus on alchemy and a little bit on mysticism. This new Russell moves in that direction as well. I'm not really sure what to say about it past that, just that I noticed the similarity. We've seen Russell tackle mysticism before in A Monstrous Regiment of Women, but the new religious movement discussed in this book was much more out there. Maybe because the stuff discussed in MREG was having to do with old religion and seemed more legitimate? And to that end, maybe this new book is more about charlatans and that's why I was reminded of DARK. I really find it interesting when LRK injects some of her academic interests into her novels; despite the fact that I have very little interest in religion, she always gives me plenty to think about.Oddly, I think this is the first book I've ever read that had a "to be continued" ending that I wasn't scaling the walls over. It's not a cliff hanger or anything; more like she left the ending open to a point that we know where she has to be going with the next book, which she hasn't done before. Usually we get a nice clean finished story; there could be a next one, but there doesn't have to be. This one, there's very obviously some unresolved story that we're going to have to delve into in the next book.
Philotera on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Another in the Mary Russell series by Laurie King continues to delight. This appears to be the first of a two-parter. I admit that, having become a writer, I am now up to other writer's tricks and predicted about a third of the way through what was going to happen. I get a gold star because it turned out pretty right. I believe this is not a lack on Ms. King's part, but simply that, as I have begun to work on more plotting of my own, I can see how the threads are likely to go together; which are the red herrings to discard so that the correct choice rises to the top.Mind you, I enjoyed the book tremendously. I have always enjoyed the characters. They are interesting people doing interesting things, and I'm happy to follow along with them. It was loads of fun. I rejoiced when I spotted it in the bookstore and snapped it up immediately, and was happy I did. Few series manage to hold their own for me all the way through. This one has, I'm pleased to say.
MrsLee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I'm actually glad I read the sequel first, I would have been so frustrated getting to the end of this and having to wait for the sequel to be published. As with all Mary Russell novels, this is a wonderful blend of relationships, mystery and cultural information. A book to loose oneself in. Mary and Sherlock are up against a madman this time, only they are not sure whether this criminal is one they want to discover. He may just be too close to their hearts.I enjoyed all the references to beekeeping and the early aviation tidbits. It is also great to see both Russell and Holmes discovering a bit of maternal/paternal instinct in themselves, something which takes them both by surprise.
druidgirl on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes are a couple made for each other. I always knew there was a child hidden somewhere. Sherlock and Irene Adler with a son. The author mixes many mysteries into one great novel but always leaving an opening for the next one. Mary is a strong intelligent woman with a mind of her own and a great companion for Sherlock. She is a fine detective in her own right and coupled with Sherlock and sometimes the help of Mycroft Holmes. All in all the series keeps getting better. Once again the "Mystery is Afoot".
SandiLee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I started this book twice. On my first reading, I got about 20 pages in before I decided I really had to go back and reread the previous book. All of King's Russell mysteries are connected, but this is the first direct sequel. King seems to have improved her skill with this installment. Russell's world is richer, more detailed and includes more interesting side characters. The greenman character, Robert Goodman, was particularly memorably - a believable mortal character, he also strikes Mary as benevolent forest spirit, and seems to symbolize the simple, earthy way of life being suffocated by the after effects of WWI and industrialization. I also enjoyed the "lady doctor" who made a few brief but pleasing appearance in The Language of Bees. I hope to see her again in future installments.
JFlinders on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
a fascinating introduction to an intriguing series of mysteries featuring an older Sherlock Holmes and his new protegee, destined to be wife, Mary Russell. Holmes has met his match and found his heart opened in a way he could never have foreseen. This is the first of a ten book series and does a magnificent job setting the era, the local, and the personalities for an engaging new look at Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Mary Russell series is a great character development series that never disappoints. This book give more insight into the main characters and is an intriguing story.
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