
Miss Winter in the Library with a Knife
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Martin Edwards
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Find the clues. Play along. Solve the murder first.
'A true master of British crime writing.' RICHARD OSMAN
'All the entertainment you'll need this Christmas. Wonderful stuff.' IAN MOORE
Six down-on-their-luck people with links to the world of crime writing have been invited to play a game this Christmas by the mysterious Midwinter Trust. The challenge seems simple but exciting:
Solve the murder of a fictional crime writer in a remote but wonderfully atmospheric village in north Yorkshire to win a prize that will change your fortunes for good.
Six members of staff from the shadowy Trust are there to make sure everyone plays fair. The contestants have been meticulously vetted but you can never be too careful. And with the village about to be cut off by a snow storm, everyone needs to be extra vigilant. Midwinter can play tricks on people’s minds…
The game is set – but playing fair isn’t on everyone’s Christmas list.
After all, when the prize is to die for, it’s so tempting to inject a little murder into the mystery.
Critic Reviews
'The perfect way to unwind during the holidays. What a treat.' (SJ Bennett)
'Martin Edwards is a magician who conjures up a captivating crime story before your eyes.' (Janice Hallett)
'The king of the puzzle mystery novel.' (Alex Pavesi)
'You can put down the Radio Times and highlighter pen, this book is all the entertainment you'll need this Christmas. Wonderful stuff.' (Ian Moore)
'Editor, aficionado, reviewer, collector – Martin Edwards must have crime fiction coursing through his veins. But it is as a writer that he is revealed at his best, synthesising all of that knowledge and love of the genre into work that is singularly his own.' (John Harvey)