And here I was in France. France seemed so slow to change. How I loved it. The Provence I knew was sunny and beautiful,
yes, but its darker side appealed to something dark in me. It was a place soaked in blood, layered with
history, mysterious with sorcery and the unexplained. The countryside fragrant with lavender in
summer once smelled of death, gunpowder, and fear.
(from A Provençal
Mystery by Ann Elwood)
7*/10. The
complete review is here.
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