Holy Island (DCI Ryan Mysteries, #1)

by L.J. Ross

all charity, goodness and sweetness of soul. God and the devil both walk

listened for a moment to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore below, deafening against the hush of the evening. She strained to hear other sounds, hoping and praying that her pitiful call might be answered. Miraculously, she heard the crunch of footsteps approaching. “Here! I’m

frustration. Sorry? Her mind struggled to process

raised trembling hands to her throat and felt the pulse beating wildly there. He paused, wondering if he had made a mistake in bringing her here. Not this time. There would be no more mistakes. Death did not come easily for Lucy, but in the lingering moments before the light was extinguished, she thought of home.

corner, she prepared herself for the rush of cold air from the sea and was not disappointed. With the Priory at her back, she stood and watched the dawn rise, illuminating Bamburgh Castle against a wash of blue mist. It stood on its craggy mount on the mainland to the south and its warm, rust-coloured stone was beginning to burn with colour in the early light; a fitting tribute to a castle which was once home to long-forgotten kings of England. Her eyes watered against the breeze and she pushed back the hair which fell across them, greying