The House at Sea's End (Ruth Galloway Series #3)

The House at Sea's End (Ruth Galloway Series #3)

by Elly Griffiths

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"[A] page turning mystery . . . it provides a wholly satisfying whodunit as well as a good reason to look up the other two [books in the series] . . . Griffiths's Galloway is a likable and alluring character.”—Associated Press

Just back from maternity leave, forensic archeologist Ruth is finding it hard to juggle motherhood and work when she is called in to investigate human bones that have surfaced on a remote Norfolk beach. The presence of DCI Harry Nelson, the married father of her daughter, does not help. The bones, six men with their arms bound, turn out date back to World War II, a desperate time on this stretch of coastland.

Home Guard veteran Archie Whitcliffe reveals the existence of a secret the old soldiers have vowed to protect with their lives. But then Archie is killed and a German journalist arrives, asking questions about Operation Lucifer, a plan to stop a German invasion, and a possible British war crime. What was Operation Lucifer? And who is prepared to kill to keep its secret?

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ISBN-13: 9780547506968
Publisher: HMH Books
Publication date: 01/10/2012
Series: Ruth Galloway Series , #3
Sold by: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 14,315
File size: 12 MB
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About the Author

ELLY GRIFFITHS is the author of the highly praised Ruth Galloway series. The first novel in the series, The Crossing Places, was nominated for the Edgar's Mary Higgins Clark Award. The follow-up, The Janus Stone,was called "a must read for fans of crime and mystery fiction." (Associated Press)
ELLY GRIFFITHS is the author of the Ruth Galloway and Magic Men mystery series. She is the recipient of the Mary Higgins Clark Award and the CWA Dagger in the Library Award, and her work has been praised as “gripping” (Louise Penny), “captivating,” (Wall Street Journal) and “must-reads for fans of crime fiction” (Associated Press). She lives in Brighton, England.

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Two people, a man and a woman, are walking along a hospital corridor. It is obvious that they have been here before. The woman’s face is soft, remembering; the man looks wary, holding back slightly at the entrance to the ward. Indeed, the list of restrictions printed on the door looks enough to frighten anyone. No flowers, no phones, no children under eight, no coughers or sneezers. The woman points at the phone sign (a firmly crossed out silhouette of a rather dated-looking phone) but the man just shrugs. The woman smiles, as if she is used to getting this sort of response from him.
 They press a buzzer and are admitted.
 Three beds in, they stop. A brown-haired woman is sitting up in bed holding a baby. She is not feeding it, she is just looking at it, staring, as if she is trying to memorise every feature. The visiting woman, who is blonde and attractive, swoops down and kisses the new mother. Then she bends over the baby, brushing it with her hair. The baby opens opaque dark eyes but doesn’t cry. The man hovers in the background and the blonde woman gestures for him to come closer. He doesn’t kiss mother or baby but he says something which makes both women laugh indulgently.
 The baby’s sex is easy to guess: the bed is surrounded by pink cards and rosettes, even a slightly deflated balloon announcing ‘It’s a girl’. The baby herself, though, is dressed in navy blue as if the mother is taking an early stand against such stereotyping. The blonde woman holds the baby, who stares at her with those dark, solemn eyes. The brown-haired woman looks at the man, and looks away again quickly.
 When visiting time is over, the blonde woman leaves presents and kisses and one last caress of the baby’s head. The man stands at the foot of the bed, pawing the ground slightly as if impatient to be off. The mother smiles, cradling her baby in an ageless gesture of serene maternity.
 At the door, the blonde woman turns and waves. The man has already left.
 But five minutes later he is back, alone, walking fast, almost running. He comes to a halt by the bed. Wordlessly, the woman puts the baby into his arms. She is crying, though the baby is still silent.
 ‘She looks like you,’ she whispers.

The tide is out. In the early evening light, the sands stretch into the distance, bands of yellow and grey and gold. The water in the rock pools reflects a pale blue sky. Three men and a woman walk slowly over the beach, occasionally stooping and looking intently at the ground, taking samples and photographs. One of the men holds something that looks rather like a staff, which he plants into the sand at regular intervals. They pass a lighthouse marooned on a rock, its jaunty red and white paint peeling, and a beach where a recent rock fall means that they have to wade in the sea, splashing through the shallow water. Now the coastline has transformed into a series of little coves which appear to have been eaten out of the soft, sandstone cliff. Their progress slows when they have to clamber over rocks slippery with seaweed and the remains of old sea walls. One of the men falls into the water and the other men laugh, the sound echoing in the still evening air. The woman trudges on ahead, not looking back.
 Eventually they reach a spot where the cliff juts out into the sea, forming a bleak headland. The land curves away sharply, leaving a v-shaped inlet where the tide seems to be moving particularly fast. White-topped waves race towards jagged rocks and the seagulls are calling wildly. High up, on the furthest point of the cliff, is a grey stone house, faintly gothic in style, with battlements and a curved tower facing out to sea. A Union Jack is flying from the tower.
 ‘Sea’s End House,’ says one of the men, stopping to rest his back.
 ‘Doesn’t that MP live there?’ asks another.
 The woman has stopped at the far side of the bay and is looking across at the house. The battlements are dark grey, almost black, in the fading light.
 ‘Jack Hastings,’ she says. ‘He’s an MEP.’
 Although the woman is the youngest of the four and has a distinctly alternative look – purple spiky hair, piercings and an army surplus jacket – the others seem to treat her with respect. Now one of the men says, almost pleadingly, ‘Don’t you think we should knock off, Trace?’
 The man holding the staff, a bald giant known as Irish Ted, adds, ‘There’s a good pub here. The Sea’s End.’
 The other men stifle smiles. Ted is famous for knowing every pub in Norfolk, no mean feat in a county reputed to have a pub for every day of the year.
 ‘Let’s just walk this beach,’ says Trace, getting out a camera. ‘We can take some GPS readings.’
 ‘Erosion’s bad here,’ says Ted. ‘I’ve been reading about it. Sea’s End House has been declared unsafe. Jack Hastings is in a right old two and eight. Keeps ranting on about an Englishman’s home being his castle.’
 They all look up at the grey house on the cliff. The curved wall of the tower is only two or three feet from the precipice. The remains of a fence hang crazily in midair.
 ‘There was a whole garden at the back of the house once. Summer house, the lot,’ says Craig, one of the men. ‘My granddad used to do the gardening.’
 ‘Beach has silted up too,’ says Trace. ‘That big storm in February has shifted a lot of stone.’
 They all look towards the narrow beach. Below the cliffs, banks of pebbles form a shelf which then falls steeply into the sea. It’s an inhospitable place, hard to imagine families picnicking here, children with buckets and spades, sun-bathing adults.
 ‘Looks like a cliff fall,’ says Ted.
 ‘Maybe,’ says Trace. ‘Let’s get some readings anyway.’
 She leads the way along the beach, keeping to the edge of the cliff. A sloping path leads from Sea’s End House down to the sea and fishing boats are moored higher up, above the tide line, but the sea is coming in fast.
 ‘There’s no way off the beach this side,’ says the man whose grandfather was a gardener. ‘We don’t want to get cut off.’
 ‘It’s shallow enough,’ says Trace. ‘We can wade.’
 ‘The current’s treacherous here,’ warns Ted. ‘We’d better head straight for the pub.’
 Trace ignores him; she is photographing the cliff face, the lines of grey and black with the occasional shocking stripe of red. Ted plunges his staff into the ground and takes a GPS reading. The third man, whose name is Steve, wanders over to a point where a fissure in the cliff has created a deep ravine. The mouth of the ravine is filled up with stones, probably from a rock fall. Steve starts to climb over the rubble, his boots slipping on the loose stones.
 ‘Careful,’ says Trace, not looking round.
 The sea is louder now, thundering in towards land, and the sea birds are returning to their nests, high up in the cliffs.
 ‘We’d better head back,’ says Ted again, but Steve calls from the cliff face.
 ‘Hey, look at this!’
 They walk over to him. Steve has made a gap in the pile of rubble and is crouching in the cave-like space behind. It’s a deep recess, almost an alleyway, the cliffs looming above, dark and oppressive. Steve has shifted some of the larger stones and is leaning over something that lies half-exposed in the sandy soil.
 ‘What is it?’
 ‘Looks like a human arm,’ says Ted matter-of-factly.

Detective Sergeant David Clough is eating. Nothing new in that. Clough eats almost constantly throughout the working day, starting with a McDonald’s breakfast, moving on through several Mars Bars and a Pot Noodle for lunch, through a sustaining sandwich and cake at tea time before treating himself to a pint and a curry for supper. Despite this, Clough’s waistline is admirably trim, a fact he attributes to ‘football and shagging’. Recently, though, he has acquired a girlfriend, which has cut down on at least one of these activities.
 Clough has had a trying day. His boss is on holiday and Clough was secretly hoping that this would be the week when a serial killer stalked Norfolk and was caught personally by super-policeman David, soon to be Sir, Clough. But, instead, he has had two break-ins, one taking and driving away and one old dear found dead on a stairlift. It’s not exactly Miami Vice.
 His phone rings, blasting out an irritating jingle from The Simpsons.
 ‘Trace! Hi, babe.’
 Detective Sergeant Judy Johnson, who is (under protest) sharing a desk with Clough, makes gagging motions. Clough ignores her, ingesting the last of his blueberry muffin.
 ‘Dave, you’d better come,’ says Trace. ‘We’ve found some bones.’
 Clough leaps into action, grabs his phone and dives for the door, yelling for Judy to follow him. The effect is slightly ruined by the fact that he has forgotten his car keys and has to come back for them. Judy is still sitting at the desk, stony faced.
 ‘What do you mean “follow me”? You don’t outrank me.’
 Clough sighs. It’s typical of Judy to raise objections and ruin their only chance of action this week. Ever since she was promoted last year she’s been getting above herself, in Clough’s opinion. Okay, she’s a good enough cop but she’s always picking him up on detail – a piece of paperwork left undone, a date missed, a phone call unrecorded – paperwork never solved a crime, Clough tells her in his head, though not in person; Judy is fairly formidable.
 Now he tries to fix his face into an imitation of the boss at his most impatient.
 ‘Human bones found at Broughton Sea’s End. We’d better get going pronto.’
 Still Judy doesn’t move.
 ‘Where were they found? Exactly?’
 Clough doesn’t know. He was too busy swinging into action to ask questions. He glowers.
 ‘Was that Trace on the phone? Did she find them?’
 ‘Yeah. She’s doing some sort of survey of the cliffs and what have you.’
 ‘An archaeological survey?’
 ‘I don’t know. All I know is they’ve found some bones, human remains. Are you coming or are you going to ask questions all day?’

Sure enough, by the time that they arrive at Broughton Sea’s End, the tide is coming in and it’s too dangerous to go down onto the beach. Clough shoots Judy a reproachful look which she ignores completely.
 Trace and Steve are waiting for them at the top of the cliff, near the entrance to Sea’s End House. The sea has reached the bottom of the sloping path, the waves breaking with a smack against the stone. On the far side of the cove, the cliffs rise up, dark and straight, cut off now by the tide.
 ‘You were a long time,’ Trace greets Clough. ‘Ted and Craig have gone to the pub.’
 ‘Irish Ted?’ says Clough. ‘He’s always in the pub.’
 Judy gets out her notebook and double checks the time before writing it down. Clough is finding her incredibly irritating.
 ‘Where exactly did you find the bones?’ she asks.
 ‘There’s a gap in the cliff,’ says Steve. ‘A sort of ravine.’ He’s a wiry weather-beaten man with grey hair in a ponytail. Typical archaeologist, thinks Clough.
 ‘How did you find them?’ asks Judy.
 ‘I was investigating a rock fall. I moved some of the bigger stones and there they were, underneath. The soil was probably dislodged by the landslide.’
 ‘Are they above the tide line?’ asks Judy. Across the bay, the first waves are breaking against the foot of the cliffs.
 ‘At present we think they’re protected by the debris from the rock fall,’ says Trace.
 ‘Spring tide though,’ says Steve. ‘It’ll be a high one.’
 ‘If we clear away the rocks and dig a trench,’ says Trace, ‘the sea’ll get them for sure.’
 They watch as the water advances, incredibly quickly now, joining rock pools together, submerging the sea walls, turning the little bay into a churning pool of white.
  Trace looks at her watch. She hasn’t made eye-contact with Clough since he arrived; he doesn’t know if she is pissed off with him for being late or just in professional, archaeologist mode. It’s a new departure for him, going out with a career girl, much less a girl with punk hair and a pierced tongue who wears Doc Martens. They met when Trace was involved with another case involving archaeologists and buried bones. Clough remembers how strongly he felt drawn to Trace from the very first when he saw her digging, her thin arms quilted with muscles. Even now he still finds the muscles (and the piercing) incredibly sexy. For his part, he just hopes that the six-pack compensates for the fact that he hasn’t read a book since he got stuck halfway through Of Mice and Men for O-Level English.
 ‘Are you sure they were human bones?’ Judy is asking.
 ‘Pretty sure,’ says Trace. She shivers slightly. The sun has gone in and the wind is rising.
 ‘How old?’
 ‘I don’t know. We’d need Ruth Galloway to have a look.’
 Trace, Clough and Judy exchange looks. They all have their own memories of Ruth Galloway. Only Steve does not react to the name. ‘Isn’t she the forensics girl? I thought she’d left.’
 ‘She was on maternity leave,’ says Judy. ‘I think she’s back at work now.’
 ‘Should be at home looking after her kiddie,’ says Clough, rather ill-advisedly.
 ‘She’s a single mother,’ snaps Trace. ‘Presumably she needs the money.’
 ‘How did you come to be on the beach?’ asks Judy hastily.
 ‘We’re doing a survey for the university on coastal erosion. We’re surveying all the north-east Norfolk beaches. We’ve made some interesting finds as well. Palaeolithic hand axe at Titchwell, a Roman bracelet at Burgh Castle, lots of shipwrecks. Steve was examining the cliffs here when he saw the rockfall. The bones were in the gap behind. It looks like they were buried fairly deeply but the earth got dislodged when the stones came down.’
 ‘How come you’re discovering these things?’ asks Judy, as they walk back along the cliff path. ‘If the sea’s advancing, wouldn’t it cover everything up?’
 Clough is glad she has asked this. He’d wanted to but was scared of looking stupid in front of Trace.
 ‘Tides change,’ says Trace shortly. ‘Sand gets moved; parts get silted up, other parts uncovered. The pebbles get pushed further up the beach. Things that were buried become exposed.’
 ‘Like our bones,’ says Steve. ‘They may have been buried well above the tidal line but the water’s getting closer, it’s wearing the earth away. Then part of the cliff came down on top of them.’
 ‘Did you get a good look at them?’ asks Clough.
 ‘Not really,’ says Steve. ‘Tide was coming in too fast. We didn’t want to get stranded on the wrong side of the beach. But, just at a glance, I’d say we were looking at more than one body.’
 Clough and Judy exchange glances. ‘Definitely human?’
 ‘In my humble opinion, yes.’
 ‘We found something else too,’ says Trace, whose opinions are never humble.
 They have reached the pub. Its sign, which, rather tactlessly, shows a man falling off a cliff, creaks in the gathering wind. They can see Ted through the window, raising a pint to his lips. In the yellow light from the window, Trace holds out something that looks a bit like loft insulation, a small ball of fluffy, yellowish fibres.
 ‘What is it?’ asks Judy.
 ‘Cotton wool?’ suggests Clough.
 ‘Whiffs a bit,’ says Steve. There is, indeed, a strong sulphuric smell coming from the material.
 ‘Fantastic,’ Clough rubs his hands together. ‘The boss is going to love this.’
 ‘Where is Nelson anyway?’ says Trace.
 ‘On holiday,’ says Clough. ‘Back on Monday. He’ll be counting the days.’
 Judy laughs. Nelson’s dislike of holidays is a byword at the station.

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"A wonderful atmospheric mystery."- Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

"Ruth Galloway is a remarkable, delightful character… A must-read for fans of crime and mystery fiction."-The Associated Press

"Expect to be swept away by Griffith's third compelling forensic anthropology entry. The author is a past Mary Higgins Clark Award winner, and her Gothic, romantic-suspense workmanship is superb."Library Journal (Starred) "Galloway is an everywoman, smart, successful and little bit unsure of herself. Readers will look forward to learning more about her."—USA Today

"Griffiths is one of England’s freshest mystery writers. Her novels combine a dramatic sense of place with a complicated mystery, and with each new installment, her character of Ruth Galloway becomes more complex and dynamic."—Curled Up

"Forensic archaeologist Ruth Galloway’s an uncommon, down-to-earth heroine whose acute insight, wry humor, and depth of feeling make her a thoroughly engaging companion." –Erin Hart, Agatha and Anthony Award nominated author of HAUNTED GROUND and LAKE OF SORROWS

"Forensic archeologist and academic Ruth Galloway is a captivating amateur sleuth - an inspired creation."-Louise Penny

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The House at Sea's End (Ruth Galloway Series #3) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 60 reviews.
tedfeit0 More than 1 year ago
As the book opens Kate, the baby born to Ruth Galloway, the forensic expert, as a result of a one-night stand with Detective Inspector Harry Nelson in the prior entry in the series, is now four months old and the mother is still juggling her maternal and professional duties, sometimes to much criticism from friends. But the baby seems to survive. In any event, her motherly demands don’t seem to prevent Ruth from getting involved with more forensic investigations and police investigations. Especially when six skeletons are discovered on a beach and her examination indicates that they are probably from Germany, perhaps dating back to an invasion during the early days of World War II on a lonely Norfolk beach. Indications are that each was shot in the back of the head. The question arises: Did the various persons in the Home Guard play any role in their deaths? As in the previous two novels featuring Ruth and D.I. Nelson, they combine to discover the facts surrounding the mystery of past and present. The prose is lean and the plot moves apace with agility. The characters remain immensely human and intriguing, and the novel lives up to the standards of the predecessor novels. Recommended.
rhonda1111RL More than 1 year ago
Thier are a lot of things in this story I liked and some I did not. Personally all the different affairs dont like. I have not read the other books that are before this one, But I want to now. Ruth is a brand new mom. Her daughter is Kate. Kate father is Nelson, but no one knows that. Nelson is a Policeman and happily married man. Ruth is a professor teaches archaeologie and helps the police when old remains are found. Ruth is struggling the whole way through the book with being a new mom. Feels quilty when she leaves kate to go to work. Finding baby sitters. Thier are 6 bodies buried by the ocean ane once they start moving the rocks they have only till the high tide comes to get everything out or be lost to sea. They have to find out how old and where they came from. Its a good mystery and good insight to her friends and coworker's. A little hard for me with the English meaning of some of the police terms like DCI. I would read more of her books. I was given the ebook in exchange for honest review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderful suspense/mystery. Excellent finale. Ruth Galloway is one of my favorite mystety heroines.
kyohin More than 1 year ago
I'm still enjoying this series. It really must be read in chronolgical order to keep your place in what's going on in Ruth's life.
MsMDDS More than 1 year ago
I had trouble getting into this book and figuring out who the characters were. I wish I'd read the previous books first.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Has my favorites, archaeology, and bones. Throw in murder and a very old mystery, and what's not to like? Made me want to read the previous 2 books and now looking forward to reading #4 in the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the Ruth Galloway series. Flawed, yet likeable characters, great setting, interesting mysteries. A good bet!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have to say that this book was confusing due to several instances of shifting from time periods without notice. It makes it hard FB for the reader to follow. Plot leaves a lot to be desired. Not a very good effort by Griffiths. Stephanie Clanahan
rhonda1111 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Thier are a lot of things in this story I liked and some I did not. Personally all the different affairs dont like. I have not read the other books that are before this one, But I want to now. Ruth is a brand new mom. Her daughter is Kate. Kate father is Nelson, but no one knows that. Nelson is a Policeman and happily married man.Ruth is a professor teaches archaeologie and helps the police when old remains are found. Ruth is struggling the whole way through the book with being a new mom. Feels quilty when she leaves kate to go to work. Finding baby sitters. Thier are 6 bodies buried by the ocean ane once they start moving the rocks they have only till the high tide comes to get everything out or be lost to sea.They have to find out how old and where they came from.Its a good mystery and good insight to her friends and coworker's. A little hard for me with the English meaning of some of the police terms like DCI. I would read more of her books.I was given the ebook in exchange for honest review.
mckait on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was another good Ruth Galloway mystery. This one has her doubting herself, and with good reason. The doubts have nothing to do with her work, but more to do with the love of her life. As usual, there is danger lurking just around the bend, but once again, Ruth is saved in the nick of time. Good fun, and I have a feeling I know where things are going to go in this series. I wonder if you would agree?
cathyskye on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
First Line: The tide is out.Forensic archaeologist Dr. Ruth Galloway has just returned from maternity leave and is discovering how very difficult it is to juggle a newborn baby and the career that she loves. She is called in when a team surveying the effects of erosion on the Norfolk coast find bones in a ravine along the shoreline.The bones date to World War II, and when Detective Chief Inspector Harry Nelson and his men begin asking questions, a Home Guard veteran reveals the existence of a secret that he and some other old soldiers have vowed to keep "to the death." It would appear that someone doesn't trust the old man because he is killed... and then a German journalist shows up and begins asking his own questions. Someone is insisting that these secrets be kept. With Ruth's help, Harry intends to find that person before anyone else can die.Although this third book in the series stands on its own well, I would suggest beginning at the beginning because the relationships between the characters grow and develop throughout the books. In some ways this series bears a superficial resemblance to Julia Spencer-Fleming's which features the Reverend Clare Fergusson and Police Chief Russ Van Alstyne, and Griffiths' series is every bit as strong.Griffiths uses the setting of the crumbling cliffs and shoreline of Norfolk, England, as well as the ages of those who are hiding secrets to add tension and a sense of urgency to the book. In fact, I was so focused on the secretive old men that I completely forgot about trying to deduce the identity of the person who wanted the secrets kept the most.Although the plot line involving World War II is absorbing, the ever-evolving relationship between Ruth and Harry is just as important. I really enjoyed watching Ruth trying to adapt to being a mother and Harry becoming more and more focused on a fascinating woman whom, not so very long ago, he never would've looked at twice.Emotions will be coming to a boil. Lines will be drawn. Sides will be taken. And DCI Harry Nelson will continue to need Dr. Ruth Galloway's expertise with bones. This series just keeps on getting better. I've barely finished this book, and I'm already craving the next!
Twink on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I was captured by Elly Griffiths' Ruth Galloway series from the first book, The Crossing Places and the second - The Janus Stone. So I settled in to read the third - The House at Sea's End - knowing before turning a page that I would enjoy it.Forensic archaeologist Ruth Galloway is ready to return to work from maternity leave. When a local research team discovers a skeleton during an erosion study in Norfolk, Ruth is called in. When they delve further into the little cave where the body seems to have been hidden, five more skeletons are discovered - all with their hands tied behind their backs. Detective Chief Inspector Harry Nelson is then called in. Further investigation reveals a wartime link that someone doesn't want uncovered.I have so enjoyed the character of Ruth. I think it's because she isn't a 'cookie-cutter' protagonist. She is a new, single mother at forty, she is overweight, messy, and doesn't overly worry about what people think. But she is highly intelligent, empathetic and tolerant. Griffiths has not endowed her with super sleuth abilities, rather she comes off as an actual person - unabashedly and happily herself. Her only worry is if she'll be a good mom.Griffiths' plots are also very intelligent. I was able to solve the clues leading to one piece of the puzzle ahead of the characters, but it didn't detract from my enjoyment of the book at all. I always enjoy the setting in the books - the Norfolk area, while seemingly bleak is beautiful in Ruth's eyes. I used the map in the frontispiece to place where the action was happening. While I enjoy the mystery in Griffiths' books, it is the characters I come back for. The father of Ruth's baby is DCI Harry Nelson, married father of two. Their (non) relationship, evolved over the course of the first two books, has resulted in baby Kate. Where will it go from here? I can't wait to see what happens next with their lives and the ending was perfect cliffhanger.The supporting cast is wonderfully eclectic. Cathbad, the self proclaimed Druid is one of my favourites. He's quite enigmatic, showing up just when needed and seems to see and recognize things that others don't. I hope his interaction with a member of Nelson's staff is taken further. Archaeologist Trace is a character I can't quite nail down - it's nice not being able to second guess where the author is going to take her characters. I did find a 'visiting' character, a friend of Ruth's called Tatjana, to be a bit awkward. I understood her contribution to the story, but she never rang as true as the other players.Griffiths has created an engaging series, one I am hooked on. I can't wait to read the fourth book - A Room Full of Bones.
thornton37814 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Forensic archaeologist Ruth Galloway is finally back on the job after her maternity leave. A mass grave is found in a cove at Sea's End. The bodies appear to have been shot and appear to have been "fairly recent" (if one calls 70 years recent). Once again she is paired with DCI Harry Nelson (her child's father) as the situation is investigated. The archaeological murder case is interesting and leads to new murders tied to the old one. My one gripe with the book is the subplot involving religious differences that really does not have anything to do with the plot at hand and only makes the book less tolerable for persons who are put out by the author's attempt to throw her lack of belief in God and practice of paganism onto the reader. It seemed rather forced, reminding me of the complaints many readers make about Christian fiction's attempt to proselytize, except this time the author is trying to convert readers to paganism.
Kathlingram More than 1 year ago
Book #3 was great but since I have skipped around reading, I know a couple were a bit better.Ruth is always endearing but not sure about her friend Tatjana from Bosnia days and skipping around tells me how some relationships ended. Sigh. Nelson is supportive of Ruth is a furtive way, I am sure that book # 4 which is still "to read" will shed light on the relations. Cathbad and Judy come together quickly and then she departs for matrimony. The mystery of the murders during WWII makes sense, but not sure about the fire from old contraband, but probably accurate. The last two chapters were sort of isolated from the rest of the book. I adore Ruth as a forensic archeologist and Nelson as a Detective Inspector and will read any and all that I can get my hands on. If you can read the series from the beginning, it will work better. I definitely will reread soon from the beginning.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderful characters and complex plots with tight, to the point writing---who could ask for more! Read books one and two in two days and now on to three.
AnonMI More than 1 year ago
This is my second stab at trying to like this writer's work. Failed again. I realize that it must be my taste in mysteries as there seem to be so many others who do like her work very much. However, before I got even a fourth of the way through, I could not have cared less about any single character or what happened to them. I really am not an English major, so can't put into proper words why I don't like her style of writing, but I simply was bored. The story line was, to say the least, convoluted and unnecessarily drawn out. I won't waste my money or time trying to see what others see in her work.
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I do love this series. Wonderfully written. A compelling mix of mystery, thriller and a wee touch of romance.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
excellent, I want to read all her books, and you should too, lj
MarnieG More than 1 year ago
I have read all her books ....  it is so disappointing because now I have none to look forward to until she produces another....
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eternalised More than 1 year ago
I loved “The Crossing Places”, so naturally, when I stumbled upon “The House at Sea’s End“, I have to give it a shot. I wasn’t disappointed at all. While “The Crossing Places” intrigued me slightly more, Elly Griffiths delivers here again with strong, real characters, a gripping mystery, a fash of folklore and mythology, and a subtle romance that can’t be classified under one simple category. When a team of archeologists discover six bodies at the foot of a cliff, Ruth Galloway is called to the scene to investigate, along with DCI Nelson, who is the father of her newborn daughter, Kate. Unfortunately though, Nelson is also still married to Michelle – which means he’s more of a nuisance to Ruth than anything else, because clearly she has feelings for him. Feelings he will probably never return… As they investigate the mystery that has to do with the Germans invading Britain in World War II, two elderly men involved suddenly meet their end. At first, the police thinks it’s just an accident and coincedence, but that doesn’t last for long when they start connecting the dots. While World War II history is, at least to me, nowhere near as intriguing as the ancient history handled in “The Crossing Places”, I still liked it. Ruth is an interesting main character, and for one weird reason. She’s a little dull, and nerdy. Kind of like Bonus, except maybe even more boring. But I like boring. Ordinary people don’t go around raiding tombs or having parties all night long when they have a newborn. Ruth is real. She’s a real person, with a real, sometimes dull, sometimes exciting life. Another top character is of course, DCI Nelson. He’s completely unpredictable, and that’s what I love about him. He bounces from Michelle to Ruth and back, all the while not realizing what the heck he wants. And again – that’s real. Who would be able to decide between his wife (who he still loves) and the mother of his newborn daughter (who he kind of likes too) right away? But what I love the most about this series, is how the romance very obviously takes the backseat for the story. The story is the meat, the romance just a side thought. If you’re into mystery and suspense novels, Elly Griffith’s “Ruth Galloway” series should get a spot on your bookcase.
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