Framing the Dialogue

Murder in an Irish Churchyard

“She scrambled to pick up her mess, and glanced at the large round clock behind the counter. It was the type of clock that might be seen in a railroad station: sturdy iron hands, a beautiful green patina, and large numbers that could be read from a great distance. It gave Siobhán a jolt of unexpected excitement whenever she glanced at it, but this day all she felt was dread. It was half one in the morning. Whoever was at her door at this ungodly hour would not be bearing good news, and her heart began to dance in her chest. She should be in bed, fast asleep.  What was she thinking?”

Murder in an Irish Churchyard (actually a graveyard) is what I’d call one of cozy mystery variety.  Memorable characters dominate this series, but when an American is murdered in a local cemetery, the local police must investigate.  He and his family traveled to Ireland to search for their past…did it finally catch up to them?

This novel is about what you’d expect of a cozy mystery…a cozy read.

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