By Dick Francis
A vintage secret from Dick Francis, the champion of English storytellers. existence as a author is less warm, hungrier paintings than John Kendall had bargained for. now not even the survival publications he is written might help him. So while infamous racehorse coach Tremayne Vickers methods Kendall to put in writing his biography, it really is a proposal the impoverished author cannot flip down. entering into Vickers' state domestic, Kendall quick turns into immersed in his host's way of life: driving racehorses, making associates, and studying the kin. yet then a neighborhood sturdy lady is located lifeless - and the party's over. A killer is lurking within the shadows. And Kendall's personal survival guidance are approximately to turn into extra helpful - and extra lethal - than he may perhaps ever have imagined . . . compliment for Dick Francis: 'As a jockey, Dick Francis used to be unbeatable whilst he received into his stride. a similar is correct of his crime writing' day-by-day replicate 'Dick Francis's fiction has a mystery component - his inimitable knack of grabbing the reader's awareness on web page one and maintaining it tight till the very finish' Sunday Telegraph 'The narrative is brisk and gripping and the heritage researched with care . . . the whole tale is a excitement to get pleasure from' Scotsman 'Francis writing at his most sensible' night average 'A standard winner . . . as delicate, fast and lean as ever' Sunday exhibit Dick Francis used to be essentially the most profitable post-war nationwide Hunt jockeys. The winner of over 350 races, he used to be champion jockey in 1953/1954 and rode for HM Queen Elizabeth, the Queen mom, such a lot famously on Devon Loch within the 1956 Grand nationwide. On his retirement from the saddle, he released his autobiography, the game of Queens, earlier than occurring to write down forty-three bestselling novels, a quantity of brief tales (Field of 13), and the biography of Lester Piggott. in the course of his lifetime Dick Francis acquired many awards, among them the distinguished Crime Writers' Association's Cartier Diamond Dagger for his striking contribution to the style, and 3 'best novel' Edgar Allan Poe awards from The secret Writers of the USA. In 1996 he used to be named through them as Grand grasp for a lifetime's success. In 1998 he used to be elected a fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, and was once presented a CBE within the Queen's Birthday Honours checklist of 2000. Dick Francis died in February 2010, on the age of eighty-nine, yet he continues to be one of many maximum mystery writers of all time.
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