Superintendent Dalziel falls for the recently bereaved Mrs Fielding's ample charms, and has to be rescued from a litter of fresh corpses by Inspector Pascoe. Superintendent Andy Dalziel's holiday runs
An English rose garden on a summer's day. A small boy watches with interest as his great-aunt cuts the deadheads off the rosebushes with a sharp knife. What could be more peaceful, more harmless ? You
Wolf Hadda?s life has been a fairy tale. From his humble origins as a Cumbrian woodcutter?s son, he has risen to become a hugely successful entrepreneur, happily married to the woman of his dreams.
The small mining town of Burrthorpe is economically depressed and mistrustful of strangers-and cops. The return of handsome and volatile Colin Farr, whose dead father was once implicated in a child mu
The second book in the Dalziel and Pascoe series sends the two mismatched Yorkshire policemen among university students, a group for which Andy Dalziel has no great love. In fact, when he hears a dead
Andy Dalziel knows how to cope with crime. Give him a nice straightforward murder, some bloke with a gun and a grievance, and he?s a happy man. But this new one, that the press is calling the ?Yorkshi
From Yorkshire to Thornton Lacey is only a morning?s drive, but for Peter Pascoe it?s a journey into the past, a chance to kick back with his closest friends from college. On arrival, though, he finds
Lemuel Stanhope-Swift, sixth Viscount Bessacarr and semi-professional cad, has been on the lam from British justice, holed up in a tropical paradise and slowly drinking himself to death with a success
The phrase ?a country-house mystery? evokes an image of 1930s fops in dinner jackets, starched family retainers, slinky femme fatales. It does not evoke an image of the belching Andy Dalziel, and yet
Patrick Aldermann, an accountant with a company that makes toilets, is passionate about his roses, which he prunes ruthlessly, ?deadheading? any blossoms a minute past their prime so as to make space
Three old men shuffle off their mortal coil on the same chilly night. There seems at first to be nothing to connect their deaths to each other, much less to the sulferous whiffs of police corruption t
There shouldn't be anything unusual about the death of an elderly widow, until a man appears at her graveside, claiming to be her long-lost son. He's entitled to shed all the tears he likes, but wheth
For more than five hundred years weary travelers have been coming to the Stranger House—an out-of-the-way inn in the tiny village of Illthwaite in Cumbria, England. Now two very different vis
Not for a second did Pascoe admit the possibility of death. Dalziel was indestructible. Dalziel is, and was, and forever shall be, world without end, amen . . . Chief constables might come and ch
Reginald Hill's ironic humor, polished prose, and keen insight have placed him squarely alongside such great mystery writers as P. D. James and Ruth Rendell. In his latest novel his much-appreciated t
