I've always enjoyed intricate murder mysteries and Kate Ellis - to whom I'm dedicating my next novel, Fever Island, in appreciation of more than 25 years of friendship - has a great track record of crafting intricate plots. Her latest novel is The Chapel of Bones (or Chapel of Bones, the title on the front cover of the dust jacket) and it's right up there with her best work.
Kate's particular strength, apart from plotting, is her ability to use the macabre in a way that complements her storylines. The novels of hers that I enjoy most are those books, generally featuring Wesley Peterson, that have a strong macabre element, and her latest is a good example. In fact, although the present title is fine, her originally proposed title, The Book of Beasts, alludes to a key theme in the story, and is evocative as well as relevant.
The Wesley books are set in Tradmouth, a Devon resort that could easily be mistaken for Dartmouth, if it were not for the fact that the body count there is astonishingly high; we're almost in Midsomer territory in that respect. Wesley's unerring ability to solve complex crimes makes it inexplicable that he hasn't been promoted for ages, but such is the lot of a fictional detective. The contemporary mystery in these books is always paralleled by a historical mystery, typically involving archaeology, and in this case set in the days of the Wars of the Roses. As with so many traditional detective stories, you do have to suspend your disbelief, but it's definitely worth doing so.
In this story we have a body walled up in an old house, someone mauled by lions, a killing that may or may not be a case of mistaken identity - and a case of dognapping coupled with blackmail. And that's just in the contemporary mystery, before we get to the discovery of ancient human remains at a ruined chapel and what the bones may signify. I raced through this story. With Kate, believe me, you get your money's worth of murder!







