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In 19th-century London, Lord John is investigating the death of a red-haired man when the suspense begins to build.

Lord John is in a difficult spot.

In this, the third and final book in Kerry Greenwood’s Delphic Woman Mystery series, Greenwood takes us into Troy as it struggles to rise from the ashes of the Trojan War.

From Mount Olympus, Aphrodite, the goddess of love, yawned. Even perfection can be tedious. “My Lord,” she called to Apollo, “Sun God and brother.

Phryne Fisher is doing one of her favorite things: dancing at the Green Mill (Melbourne’s premier dance hall) to the music of Tintagel Stone’s Jazzmakers, the band who taught St Vitus how to dance.

Corinna Chapman, owner of the bakery Earthly delights, detests Christmas. The shoppers are frantic and the heat oppressive in Melbourne, Australia, where Christmas is summer festival.

The redoubtable Phryne Fisher is holidaying at Cave House, a Gothic mansion in the heart of Australia’s Victorian mountain country. But the peaceful surroundings mask danger.

St. Kilda's streets hang with fairy lights. Tea dances, tango competitions, lifesaving demonstrations, lantern shows, and picnics on the beach are all part of the towns first Flower Parade.

This is where it all started! The first classic Phryne Fisher mystery, featuring our delectable heroine, cocaine, communism and adventure.

It’s Christmas, and Phryne has an invitation to the Last Best party of 1928, a four-day extravaganza being held at Werribee Manor house and grounds by the Golden Twins: Isabella and Gerald Templar.

In 1592, dashing courtier Sir Robert Carey took up his northern post as Warden of the West March in order to escape the complications of creditors and court life.

Searching for the murderer of a famous author, sexy, sassy Phryne Fisher goes undercover and is up to her ears in fashion gossip and office politics.

Phryne Fisher is on holiday.

Phryne Fisher is bored. Life appears to be too easy, too perfect. Her household is ordered, her love life is pleasant, the weather is fine. And then a man from her past arrives at the door.

The Hon. Phryne Fisher, languid and slightly bored at the start of 1929, is engaged to find out if the antique-shop son of a Pre-Raphaelite model has died by homicide or suicide.