A murder in Thebes

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MlRIAM ONCE ACAIN STARED AT THE RUINS OF THEBES AND REPRESSED A SHIVER. This was truly a necropolis, a city of the dead. She heard a sound; a group of soldiers were leaving, their torches mere pinpricks of light. Behind her the door to the tower clattered and banged. Miriam went back and, carefully closing the door behind her, went down the steps. She reentered Memnon's chamber, and her stomach pitched. Someone had been here. The oil lamps had been moved. Someone was coming up the stairs. Her blood chilled, yes she was sure, one foot dragging after the other; something smacked against the stone wall time and again as if a drum were being beaten. She recalled Memnon's words about Oedipus, the swollen foot, ancient king of Thebes. And what had Alexander said? That Oedipus's ghost had been seen in Thebes. The sounds grew nearer. "Who is it?" Miriam screamed. She hurried toward the shutters, pulled off the bar, and threw them open. The cold night air rushed in. Miriam was only aware of... Tovább

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MlRIAM ONCE ACAIN STARED AT THE RUINS OF THEBES AND REPRESSED A SHIVER. This was truly a necropolis, a city of the dead. She heard a sound; a group of soldiers were leaving, their torches mere pinpricks of light. Behind her the door to the tower clattered and banged. Miriam went back and, carefully closing the door behind her, went down the steps. She reentered Memnon's chamber, and her stomach pitched. Someone had been here. The oil lamps had been moved. Someone was coming up the stairs. Her blood chilled, yes she was sure, one foot dragging after the other; something smacked against the stone wall time and again as if a drum were being beaten. She recalled Memnon's words about Oedipus, the swollen foot, ancient king of Thebes. And what had Alexander said? That Oedipus's ghost had been seen in Thebes. The sounds grew nearer. "Who is it?" Miriam screamed. She hurried toward the shutters, pulled off the bar, and threw them open. The cold night air rushed in. Miriam was only aware of that terrible crashing against the door. She turnéd, dagger in hand, and then the knocking ceased. -from A Murder in Thebes P RA I S E FOR "With scrupulous attention to detail [and] lively characters, this is a fine addition to the ranks of historical mysteries." -Publishers Weekly "An intricately wrought and authentically rendered historical whodunit." -Booklist "An exciting glimpse into a turbulent time." -Library Journal Vissza