Thursday, November 5, 2009

Murder on the Cliffs: A Daphne du Maurier Mystery by Joanna Challis


To solve a murder mystery while on holiday is no way to catch a suitable husband.

Daphne du Maureer gave up her London season to study and research ancient scrolls at an abbey on the Cornish coast. She stays with an old friend of her mother's, Ewe Sinclair. Ewe is a self-proclaimed busybody who knows almost everything about everyone in the small quaint town.

Not long after Daphne's arrival, she takes a walk along the coast and hears a terrifying scream. Running, she spies a young girl with a body at her feet. The young lady's name is Lianne and she is terrified to tell her family about the death. Daphne speculates about the dead woman. Did she jump to her death from the cliffs or was she pushed? Daphne reassures her and follows Lianne to the most magnificent mansion she has ever seen named Padthaway.

The woman who died was Lianne's brother's, Lord David, fiance'. An investigation ensues and the death is ruled accidental. However, Daphne and Ewe don't believe it was an accident, but murder. Daphne begins to spend more and more of her time with the inhabitants of Padthaway trying to unravel the puzzle surrounding the murder on the cliffs.

MURDER ON THE CLIFFS: A DAPHNE DU MAURIER MYSTERY is a gothic mystery full of suspense and unique characters. The setting is eerie, yet relieved with sporadic and unexpected humor. The plot twists and spirals like a morning mist that doesn't dissipate until all is revealed. MURDER ON THE CLIFFS; A DAPHNE DU MAURIER MYSTERY will have you up late burning the midnight oil. A stellar read!

1 comment:

  1. Sounds good. Is this the first Daphne mystery?

    BTW, you have an award at:

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