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היכנס לעולם אינסופי של סיפורים

תקשיב ותקרא

Kim M. Watt

One should never meddle in the affairs of dragons, but someone has been doing just that. They've been making imitation dragon scale baubles that are nothing short of lethal, and kidnapping delivery drivers all over the Yorkshire Dales. They've also been leaving behind some distinctly dragon-ish traces. Beaufort Scales, High Lord of the Cloverly Dragons, is hot on the trail - or would be, if he wasn't having political problems at home. That leaves Alice and Miriam to track down the real culprits, rescue the hostages, and salvage Mortimer's bauble reputation, all while misleading the police regarding the of existence of dragons, and hopefully without being blown up by unexpectedly aggressive Christmas decorations. Luckily, they have the full resources of the Toot Hansell Women's Institute at their disposal. And then there's the small question of who stole all the Christmas turkeys. . .

Patricia Gallimore

Isis Publishing Ltd

Beaufort Scales

Yule Be Sorry

Warring staff. 'Accidental' poisonings. Topiary of dubious intent. Throw in the full complement of the Toot Hansell Women's Institute and dragons doing yoga, and DI Adams is starting to wonder if she might have made a small misjudgement signing up for this particular spa weekend. And that's before the dead body in the sauna and the storm that cuts them off from the rest of the world. Now she's dealing with a houseful of guests (and staff) who're looking more suspicious by the moment, fending off protesters, and trying to keep everyone safe as the storm closes in. She needs to find the killer, keep the dragons hidden, stop the W.I. forming some sort of posse, and try to resist the urge to arrest everyone. And never mind the problem of the invisible dog. Sure. It's going to be a wonderful weekend.

Manor of Life and Death

Suspicious deaths on the Skipton city council don't sound as though they should have anything at all to do with the Toot Hansell Women's Institute, and DI Adams would rather like to keep it that way. But when the councillor for Toot Hansell becomes the latest victim, Alice Martin, chair of the W.I. and RAF Wing Commander (ret.), steps straight in to take his place. Before DI Adams can so much as say lemon drizzle cake the ladies of the Women's Institute are lurking around farmyards in the company of dragons, farmers are vanishing, the invisible dog's developed a caffeine dependence, and Alice is already in as deep as she can get. In deep, and facing a killer that seems to know far too much about her. Enough, perhaps, to turn the tables. . .

Game of Scones

Rebellious Christmas wreaths. Mysterious welly-dwelling eggs. A plague of irate water fowl. And ten ladies of a certain age who are by no means the least troublesome of Toot Hansell's residents, as far as Detective Inspector Adams is concerned. She's entirely certain her training never covered dealing with the Women's Institute, dragons, or festive magic spills. Not to mention invisible dogs with caffeine dependencies. But Christmas is almost here. Things can't go too wrong. . . can they? Well. It is Toot Hansell. . . Get some dragons in your Christmas with this collection of twelve short stories from the world of the Beaufort Scales mysteries, plus twelve festive recipes!

A Toot Hansell Christmas Cracker

There's a fine line between 'eccentric' and 'a danger to oneself and others'. That's certainly what DI Adams is thinking when a body turns up in Rose's freezer. Rose might not look like an octogenarian black widow, but it's the inspector's job to follow the evidence. Alice and the Toot Hansell Women's Institute couldn't disagree more. Certain that Rose is responsible for nothing worse than a little forgetfulness, they're not going to let her be sent to jail or an old folk's home. If certain detective inspectors have rather limiting beliefs regarding what constitutes helping the police with their investigations, then that is their problem. Alice and the W.I. are in a desperate race to clear Rose's name before DI Adams has no choice but to arrest her. Finding the real murderer would be easier without lurking journalists hunting dragons, too. . .

Coming Up Roses

A dragon is missing. DI Adams' missing person is human, not dragon, but the trails of both lead to the village of Eldmere, where glimpses of a mysterious Beast have drawn in the nation's monster hunters. And where the Toot Hansell Women's Institute and the Cloverly dragons are in hot pursuit of Gilbert. A valley full of weekend Yeti hunters and cryptozoologists won't stand between them and the young dragon. But something strange is happening in Eldmere, and the dragons, Beast, and ladies of the Women's Institute are at the heart of it. As are the hunters, some of whom are more serious - and more dangerous - than DI Adams ever imagined. She must race to find Gilbert before the hunters do, because someone doesn't just want to see a dragon. They want to finish them. There's more than just dragon secrets at stake. . .

Beast-Laid Plans

Miriam has never exactly seen eye-to-eye with her sister. But when a body's dumped on the doorstep of a Women's Institute meeting and all signs point to Rainbow, Miriam knows her sister's being framed. Going to the police would be the smart move, but Rainbow's got her own reasons for avoiding them. Before long she's on the run, trusting to Miriam and the W.I. to clear her name. The killer's left nothing to chance, though, and Rainbow's in more danger than she realises - and she's dragging the others right in with her. Between rogue wildlife, clothing-optional informants, and Rainbow's own team of obstinate rebels, the W.I. are in a desperate race to dig up the truth. But Miriam's not backing down. This is family, and she's going to see this case through. Not even the dragons can stop her. The killer might, though. . .