

I can easily imagine being seated comfortably with a good book in any peaceful library, reading room, or bench on a hiking trail. This brilliant new cozy mystery, written by a master wordsmith and storyteller, reminds me of all the reasons why I would love to spend a week or four at Storyton Hall. Fortunately, Jane is well versed in sleuthing and won’t rest until she gives the killer a taste of poetic justice. When a second body is discovered, also holding a page from a poetry book, a recurring MO emerges. But the Tennyson Trail leads to a grim surprise: a woman’s corpse drifting in a rowboat on a lake, a crumpled copy of “The Lady of Shallot” in her lifeless fist. They’re everywhere, scrawling verses on cocktail napkins in the reading rooms or seeking inspiration strolling the Poet’s Walk, a series of trails named after famous authors. Īs Jane eagerly anticipates the wedding of her best friend Eloise Alcott, Storyton Hall is overrun with poets in town to compete for a coveted greeting card contract. When corpses clutching poems begin turning up around Storyton Hall, resort manager Jane Steward is on the trail of someone exercising poetic license to kill.
