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England 1067 and the King's favourite hunting companion has been murdered. How anyone actually did it is a mystery, given the intimately personal nature of the fatal wound. Robert Grosmal, a Norman of disordered mind, sends for a monk to investigate. Medieval monks are supposed to be good at this sort of thing. Brother Hermitage is a medieval monk but he's not very good at this sort of thing. Motivated by the point of a sword, he and his companion, Wat, weaver of adult tapestry, set off to solve the crime.

"Brother Hermitage is at it again - this time with druids. Is it a murder mystery? Is it a thriller? Is it just something gone horribly wrong? When his nemesis, the Norman conqueror Le Pedvin, orders him to Wales, Brother Hermitage knows it is going to go wrong. He's had a prophecy it's going to go wrong. And from his first steps on the road it strides firmly in that direction. Brother Hermitage, Wat, weaver of pornographic tapestry and Cwen, weaver in her own right and the fiercest of the lot, are commanded to find one dead Norman in the whole of Wales - as usual under pain of death. Add to that some treasure and a druid curse or two, and we have the recipe for a laugh out loud historical tale like no other. (Apart from the other Chronicles of Brother Hermitage) It's all complicated enough, but when what seems like the whole of the country wants to join the quest, things get very messy. And then there are the druids, and stone circles, and sacrifices..."--Provided by publisher.

(With thanks to Betty for further eradication of those annoying slips of the quill.) England 1066: At the monastery of De'Ath's Dingle, during a completely pointless theological debate, there is a mysterious death. Routine business for the average investigative medieval monk. Unfortunately this isn’t a tale of average monks. Anyone who would put the idiot Brother Simon in charge of a murder investigation is either one chant short of a plainsong, or is up to something. When Brother Hermitage, innocent in every way, including bystanding, is lined up for execution, he begins to wonder if something might be going on. Perhaps his new companion Wat, weaver of pornographic tapestry, can figure out what it is. Before it's too late. If you are a lover of the historical detective genre, if you have a deep respect for the worlds created, don’t read this book. It’ll only upset you. Brother Hermitage's second case, The Garderobe of Death, is available on Kindle and things haven't improved. Not knowing any better he even tries again in the new tale, The Tapestry of Death. Your author turns his attention to the Battle of Hastings and what might have happened - but probably didn't, in The Domesday Book (No, Not That One)

William of Normandy has just won the battle of Hastings but has lost something precious; so precious no one must even know it is missing. Reluctantly assembling a team of incompetents, he sends them on a mission of recovery. But his secret is out and another band is after the treasure. In a race across a savage land, through a population of confused misfits, against the clock and against one another, two forces hurtle towards a finale of cataclysmic proportions.

This is a sorry tale, exactly 800 years too late, of a Rynnymede full of real people - confused, squabbling, ill-informed and largely incompetent. It's a miracle the charter survived to the end of its first week - if it did

"England 1067: Briston the weaver has been murdered - in a very special way - and it is up to his old friend Wat to avenge his death. Brother Hermitage will naturally support his companion in the quest, but the young monk worries as the number of suspects keeps rising. He's never been good with crowds. When events take a turn for the truly bizarre, Hermitage and Wat find themselves up to their Saxon socks in people who want them dead, people who want one another dead and people who seem to want everyone dead. They must find a missing maiden, placate a giant killer and reveal the awful secret of the Tapestry of Death before matters are resolved. Resolved largely unsatisfactorily, but then that's life. With a monk, tradesmen, priests, Normans and Saxons, The Tapestry of Death should be a solid, traditional medieval who-done-it, but it isn't. Really, it isn't. Authentic and accurate representation of the time? Barely. Historically informative? Certainly not. Hilarious and very silly? Now you're getting warm."--Provided by publisher

The Bayeux Tapestry is no laughing matter. Well, apart from the rude bits, obviously.The nuns of Kent have been commissioned by Earl Odo to create a great tapestry telling the glorious history of the Norman conquest of Britain. But when they start dying, one man must be sent for; Brother Hermitage, the King’s Investigator.Who would commit such a heinous crime? Odo himself? Another nun, perhaps? Some Saxons? The Archbishop of Canterbury? The people of the marshes? Well, it could be anyone really, and that’s generally a problem for Brother Hermitage.With Wat and Cwen, erstwhile weavers of “adult” tapestry themselves, he must solve the crime or face the consequences; as usual.The best plan is probably to wander around Kent rather hopelessly, and trust that something occurs to him right at the end; also as usual.At least in this tale the truth of the Bayeux Tapestry will be (well, a truth, perhaps)How did it come to be? Who made it? And who thinks that they should have been given the job instead?It’s the lucky 13th Chronicle of Brother HermitageThe man who barely survives his own investigations.The sleuth who seldom asks anyone the right questions.The monk who is firmly medieval and slightly detective.People have said‘Hilarious’‘Laugh out loud’‘Like Pratchett does 1066’13 books and 80,000 sales; some people never learn.

From the world’s best-selling author of comedy historical mysteries comes another largely pointless excursion.Medieval Shrewsbury is surely no place for murder. Not in this charming town would investigative monks wander around bothering people over every little incident.When Brother Hermitage arrives at Shrewsbury in the summer of 1068 something is up. Or rather down. Gilder, the great merchant is dead and Hermitage’s urge to investigate is overwhelming.His companions, Cwen and Wat, weaver of pornographic tapestry think this is a very bad idea.So does the whole town Moot. And the sheriff and the rest of the population.And then there are the nuns. Hermitage has never been strong in the face of adversity and an adverse nun is more than he can cope with. A whole order of them is something to be strenuously avoided.But there is always his duty. It’s got him into trouble so many times; why should Shrewsbury be any different?5* “Like Cadfael meets Clousseau.”5* “Terry Pratchett does 1066.”5* “Rampant silliness.”