October 28th 2022
A profound secret that echoes down the centuries is uncovered by a uniquely gifted girl, who in doing so jeopardises her own life and that of the only person who can protect her…
Spring, 1970. A beautiful and precociously talented pupil goes missing from a residential school in Cornwall; special investigator Jack Sangster is assigned to help local police find her.
At first nonplussed by the girl having apparently disappeared into thin air, Sangster gains an understanding of local people, legends and landscapes that helps him unravel mysteries far, far deeper than could have been imagined. Despite initial scepticism, he wonders…
Did events from two thousand years ago in this remote corner of Europe really have repercussions that might rock the very foundations of western society?
Governments on both sides of the iron curtain, and even hallowed religious institutions, certainly seem to think so. As pressure mounts from all sides, it will take all of Sangster’s skill and determination, as well as some luck, to discover the truth before it’s too late...
Brenda and Scott Widener (USA)
What did I like about this book?
What didn’t like about this book? The pacing had issues at time and some of the plot lines were a little unbelievable and far fetched. But was it enough for me not to enjoy this book? No.
Who would like this book? Readers of historical mystery thrillers.
Trisha Brett
Elizabeth Wroughton
An excerpt from 'Angel's Blade'.
“You are Jack Sangster, owner of this green E-Type?”
An excerpt from 'Angel's Blade'.
And the view was spectacular, the hotel looking out over the tidal tree-lined T-shaped confluence of the Truro and Tresillian Rivers, which formed a larger channel that curved out of sight to the south---
--- I had watched this scene change with the passing of winter and the greening of spring, and rain, wind or shine, there was always something different to see.
An excerpt from 'Angel's Blade'.
Angel had done a stylised pen and ink drawing of a fish, but her fish looked somehow wrong. I stared at its downturned mouth, exaggerated spiky fins, and curved form for a moment before realising it had multiple tails, which when I counted them up (three times as they were tangled together and hard to tally), totalled nine.
An excerpt from 'Angel's Blade'.
“You don’t look like an unknown animal tracker...”
"...it’s a long-time passion of mine. I read the first edition of that book of Heuvelmans’ while I was still up at Cambridge, and it really did it for me.”
“You studied that cryptozoology stuff then?”
An excerpt from 'Angel's Blade'.
“You know of Piri Reis?”
“You had a book on him in your room.”
“I did, didn’t I,” she laughed. “Well, his maps of the New World were based on much older ones I’m sure..."
An excerpt from 'Angel's Blade'.
‘Bad crossing over the River Fal at high tide, April 1970’
...was written underneath, followed by the initials ‘AB’.
An excerpt from 'Angel's Blade'.
“Speaking the old language, she was,” he said to me, cheeks flushed as he rushed off down the corridor. “The old language I tell you, Mr Sangster, thought it was forgotten by youngsters till I heard her talking.”