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A royal mystery is hatching at Buckingham Palace... and it's breathing fire When a dragon attacks the Palace, the Queen's Guard is baffled and slightly scorched. Scotland Yard calls in the Blue Moon agency's paranormal investigator Jane Butterworth. She expects nonsense, but what she finds lurking in the royal corridors might just be the deadliest mystery she's faced. No pressure. Just a dragon, a deadline, and a palace full of secrets.

Produktbeschreibung
A royal mystery is hatching at Buckingham Palace... and it's breathing fire When a dragon attacks the Palace, the Queen's Guard is baffled and slightly scorched. Scotland Yard calls in the Blue Moon agency's paranormal investigator Jane Butterworth. She expects nonsense, but what she finds lurking in the royal corridors might just be the deadliest mystery she's faced. No pressure. Just a dragon, a deadline, and a palace full of secrets.
Autorenporträt
When Steve Higgs wrote his debut novel, Paranormal Nonsense, he was a captain in the British Army. He would like to pretend that he had one of those careers that must be blacked out and generally denied by the government, and that he has to change his name and move constantly because he is still on the watch list in several countries. In truth, though, he started out as a mechanic - not like Jason Statham in the film by that name, sneaking around as a hitman, but more like one of those sleazy guys who charges a fortune and keeps your car for a week even though the only thing you went in for was a squeaky door hinge. At school, he was largely disinterested in all subjects except creative writing, for which he won his first prize at the age of ten. However, calling it the first prize he won suggests that there were other prizes, which is not the case. Awards may yet come, but in the meantime, he enjoys writing mystery and thriller novels and claims to have more than a hundred books forming a restless queue in his mind because they are desperate to be written. Now retired from the military, he lives in southeast England with a duo of lazy sausage dogs. Surrounded by rolling hills, brooding castles, and vineyards, he doubts he'll ever leave, the beer is just too good.