Touch Not the Cat
On sale
28th April 2011
Price: £8.99
‘A comfortable chair and a Mary Stewart: total heaven. I’d rather read her than most other authors.’ Harriet Evans
Ashley Court: the tumbledown ancestral home of the Ashley family, all blessed with ‘the gift’ of being able to speak to each other without words. When Bryony Ashley’s father dies under mysterious circumstances, his final words a cryptic warning to her, Bryony returns from abroad to uncover Ashley Court’s secrets. What did her father’s message mean? What lies at the centre of the overgrown maze in the gardens? And who is trying to prevent Bryony from discovering the truth?
Tell Bryony. The cat, it’s in the cat on the pavement. The map. The letter. In the brook. Tell Bryony. My little Bryony to be careful. Danger.
Ashley Court: the tumbledown ancestral home of the Ashley family, all blessed with ‘the gift’ of being able to speak to each other without words. When Bryony Ashley’s father dies under mysterious circumstances, his final words a cryptic warning to her, Bryony returns from abroad to uncover Ashley Court’s secrets. What did her father’s message mean? What lies at the centre of the overgrown maze in the gardens? And who is trying to prevent Bryony from discovering the truth?
Tell Bryony. The cat, it’s in the cat on the pavement. The map. The letter. In the brook. Tell Bryony. My little Bryony to be careful. Danger.
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Reviews
Another winner for Mary Stewart and her heroines
From opening to finale, this zestful romantic adventure grips, amuses, frightens and delights
Superb . . . Her characters have depth. Her villains are satisfyingly violent but her lovers are tender. She writes with rare economy and elegance.
One of Mary Stewart's best - so good that even if it rains, you will still enjoy your holiday!
Mary Stewart is magic
She set the bench mark for pace, suspense and romance - with a great dollop of escapism as the icing
A comfortable chair and a Mary Stewart: total heaven. I'd rather read her than most other authors.