Chapters (65)
- Cover
- Readers LOVE Amanda Brittany
- About the Author
- Also by Amanda Brittany
- The Island House
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- PART ONE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- PART TWO
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- PART THREE
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- PART FOUR
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Epilogue
- Keep reading for an excerpt from I Lie in Wait …
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Author’s Note
- Acknowledgements
- Dear Reader …
- Keep Reading …
- About the Publisher
‘Thanks so much,’ I say, wishing I knew her name – but it’s far too late to ask her what it is; we’ve been chatting for months.
I return to my flat and call Malcolm, realising, after apologising profusely for letting him down at such short notice, that he sounds relieved I’m taking time off.
‘Great. Super,’ he says. ‘Brilliant!’
‘I’ll be taking an early train to Berwick-upon-Tweed and probably won’t be back for a while. Is that OK?’
‘Of course, Amelia. Please, please don’t hurry back.’
I end the call, flop down on my bed, and close my eyes.
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Author’s Note
I’m not the first author, and I’m sure I won’t be the last, to use poison hemlock in murderous fiction. Agatha Christie springs to mind as the most famous writer to use the plant in her clever murder mystery Five Little Pigs.
When I was researching for a suitable poison that would suit my plot, I found what I learnt about poison hemlock fascinating.
It’s a beguiling plant, with an intriguing history, going back as far as Ancient Greece when it was used to execute prisoners. In 399 BC it was attributed to the death of Greek philosopher Socrates.
There are macabre tales of children using the stems of the plant as peashooters or whistles and reaching a sticky end. And a grisly story from the nineteenth century tells of two children innocently collecting the plant for a sandwich for their father, who never lived to tell the tale.
Extracts from poison hemlock were once used as a sedative, though this was discontinued by the early twentieth century because of its toxins. The plant contains the neurotoxin coniine, which can cause the central nervous system to shut down. Victims stumble about until their limbs become paralysed and their heart stops. Not a very nice death at all.
There are many names for the plant, including spotted hemlock, bad-man’s oatmeal, poison snakeweed, deadly hemlock, skarntyde – but I feel poison hemlock sums it up perfectly.
The plant can grow up to eight feet tall, and is related to the innocent carrot. The irony that two members of the same family can be so different hasn’t gone unnoticed on me.
Hemlock gives off a musty smell and the stems are hollow and speckled with blotches of purple. If you see it, I would very much advise keeping your distance.
Amanda Brittany