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“And on that table was the most impressive assortment of food: salmon mousse in the shape of a salmon; cold chickens; quail; a huge platter of oysters, shrimp and lobster claws; all kinds of salads; fruits and cheese. It was all so beautifully arranged that I hardly dared to touch it. At one end was a huge bowl of peaches.”

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Above the Bay of Angels

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Rhys Bowen
Rhys Bowen

Rhys Bowen (born September 24, 1941) is a British-American author known for historical mystery and suspense novels. Born in England, she later moved to the United States. Her works, including the Molly Murphy Mysteries and the Royal Spyness series, blend British heritage with American perspectives. Bowen began writing in the 1990s and has published numerous bestsellers. She has won awards like the Agatha and Anthony Awards. Her books are translated into multiple languages, reaching a global audience. Bowen excels at integrating historical events with gripping plots, offering immersive reading experiences. more

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