The Magus (The Magus Trilogy Book 1)
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Police are called to a murder scene in Fulham. They find a dead body - but no evidence of murder...
Two detectives struggle to find out the truth of the matter. But when a mysterious old man claims that the victim was killed by a satanist, little do they know that their lives will be changed forever...
Suitable for adult readers.
reassure the relatives that everything was being done with regard to Peter's death: but also to observe the mourners, in case one might be a suspect. The crying mother - the father with a stiff-upper lip - a number of young nieces, nephews and cousins dragged along in token attempts at smart clothing which didn't suit them. There were two whom Peterson had recognised from Kenner's place of work - obviously representing his colleagues. Apart from the mother, who could not conceal her distress, all
shocked, were not able to provide any useful information. Unless Croft and Peterson received any new evidence, they would have to put the case on the back-burner and turn their attention to other incidents altogether. Croft considered Peterson's theory about how Kenner died, but again looked unsatisfied - much as he had done from the very beginning of the case. "That is the most reasonable explanation for how it could have happened - why there were no signs of forced entry, for example.
picked it up. "Croft." "Inspector Croft?" a vaguely familiar voice said. "Good, I have caught you. I tried phoning before but I got your delightful colleague." "Who is this?" Croft said. "We met in the pub by Liverpool Street Station, on the day of the thunderstorm," the voice said. "The Magus!" Croft exclaimed. "What do you want?" "You sound surprised!" the Magus said, for it was indeed he. "I was concerned things were going to take a turn for the worse today, so I called to ask whether
about everything. Perhaps she really did have a destiny in which this mysterious old man would, at some point in the future, again play a part. “Yes sir. Thank you sir!” she said to Penneck. Penneck smiled, and made as if to move off and mingle, but suddenly he stopped and turned back to Peterson. “There was one other thing I wanted to talk to you about,” he said. “We are having a bit of trouble sorting out what happened the night Toby was stabbed.” “Why? What’s wrong, Sir?” Peterson asked.
state of ignorance that commonly affects otherwise intelligent people when dreaming. Suddenly, the figure on the throne stirred to life, rising from his seated posture. The dreamer's attention was fixed upon him to see what he would do. In a loud voice, the figure began chanting something. The dreamer did not recognise the language, but the effect was tremendous. It was as if the very words became objects of power - fluid, transparent, yet becoming visible in the way they distorted and refracted