Shadow of Justice: Simon Pearce Mysteries: The Collected Simon Pearce Mysteries, 1-4 - Softcover

Faraday, Jess

9781935560708: Shadow of Justice: Simon Pearce Mysteries: The Collected Simon Pearce Mysteries, 1-4

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ISBN 10: 1935560700 ISBN 13: 9781935560708

Verlag: BLIND EYE BOOKS, 2020

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Constable Simon Pearce doesn’t believe in love. It’s a dangerous proposition for many people in 19th century London, but for an ambitious copper climbing Scotland Yard’s greasy career ladder, it’s out of the question.He doesn’t believe in monsters, either, though there seem to be a lot of them about. Whether it’s a ghost haunting a London churchyard where men seek men’s companionship, a phantom hound in Edinburgh that’s hell-bent on revenge, or a murdered businessman on a cross-country train who just won’t stay dead — the mysterious has a way of finding Pearce, whether he wants it to or not.But are these happenings truly supernatural? Or is something worse — something thoroughly human — to blame?Pearce has his theories — about crime, about monsters, and about love. But life has a way of testing even the most carefully considered ideas. And as he chases mysteries from one end of Britain to the other, he may just have to reconsider his ideas about all three.

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Jess Faraday is the author of the award-winning Ira Adler Series as well as the steampunk thriller The Left Hand of Justice, The Strange Case of the Big Sur Benefactor, and a co-author of Blades of Justice, a trio of historical novellas set in rural Cornwall.
When not writing, she moonlights as the mystery editor for Elm Books, chases cryptids, and runs the hills and trails of the Scottish countryside.

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