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Lawrence Harpham Murder Mysteries

I painted the kitchen this weekend – well seven eighths of it to be exact.  My task was rudely interrupted by the failure of my footstool to stay intact.  After twenty year’s loyal service, it split in two while I was cutting in around the carefully masked cooker hood.  I shattered my wrist while the …

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Vote for Murder is set in two main locations; Stonham Aspal during 1851 and Christchurch Park, Ipswich in Edwardian times.  Suffragette Louisa Russell, cousin of Millicent Fawcett, lives in Ivry Road on the outskirts of Christchurch Park.  These two areas, together with Henley Road and Fonnereau Road, account for many settings within the book. Christchurch Park …

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At the end of the conversation, the rat stood on his haunches and shook Skyle’s hand, grinning a toothy grin.  “Good to have met you” he squeaked and, looking backwards with a wink, he ran off into the night.  Arnold glared at Skyle. “What nonsense have you cooked up with that egotistical rodent?” he asked.

“Beau dreamed strange dreams. He dreamed he was a caterpillar, surging forward on hundreds of pairs of tiny feet. He dreamed of Invisimin, he dreamed of Skyle, he dreamed of his beloved Hare 7 and all the dreams were punctuated with squeaks and squeals.”

 

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July 11, 2014

“The Professor emitted a series of squeaks and six paws shot into the air, each little rat trying to reach the highest. Professor Rodoric tapped a small grey eared rat on the shoulder. He clapped his little paws together and rolled up a sleeve, whiskers trembling with excitement.

The grey eared rat plunged his paw into the liquid then removed it from the mixture shaking droplets back into the bowl. His paw had vanished.”

June 26, 2014

Two years ago, on a rare week off in the summer holidays my son Alex & I were walking the dog across a local common.  We passed our time imagining a world  full of little people and hares, warmongering dwarves and impossibly vain moth men.  Before we knew it, Calorean became lodged in our minds and wouldn’t let go.  …

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