Книги, похожие на «Michael Pearce, The Mamur Zapt and the Camel of Destruction»

Zhandalee is a fifteen-year-old dark-skinned girl who arrived from the sea to the land of Sicily at the age of two in the arms of a girl who used her last strength to deliver the baby in the arms of two fiancés who they found in that place becoming her current adoptive parents. But soon she will discover that she is not an ordinary girl: the dreams that disturb her sleep are not just banal nightmares but signs that will show her the way to her true nature. It was 2011, but she will be catapulted into a different time space from her current one. From there she will begin her adventure clashing with the wicked and self-destructive nature of humanity, her first metamorphosis will mark the first step towards her true identity. Everything between nature, magic, mystery, poetry, science, terrorism and Love, humanity will have to face the worst of its enemies, itself.

When a man plunges down a cliff, two adventurous young friends decide to find his killer…While playing an erratic round of golf, Bobby Jones slices his ball over the edge of a cliff. His ball is lost, but on the rocks below he finds the crumpled body of a dying man. With his final breath the man opens his eyes and says, ‘Why didn’t they ask Evans?’Haunted by these words, Bobby and his vivacious companion, Frankie, set out to solve a mystery that will bring them into mortal danger…

An elderly stroke victim dies without having arranged a will…Beautiful young Elinor Carlisle stood serenely in the dock, accused of the murder of Mary Gerrard, her rival in love. The evidence was damning: only Elinor had the motive, the opportunity and the means to administer the fatal poison.Yet, inside the hostile courtroom, only one man still presumed Elinor was innocent until proven guilty: Hercule Poirot was all that stood between Elinor and the gallows…

At an apparently respectable dinner party, a vicar is the first to die…Thirteen guests arrived at dinner at the actor’s house. It was to be a particularly unlucky evening for the mild-mannered Reverend Stephen Babbington, who choked on his cocktail, went into convulsions and died.But when his martini glass was sent for chemical analysis, there was no trace of poison – just as Poirot had predicted. Even more troubling for the great detective, there was absolutely no motive…