A taste of ‘Reunited in Death’:
Amaryllis thought at first that it was jolly, girlish screaming of the kind people might do if they had suddenly found they were descended from Jesus Christ or related to Princess Diana. She could imagine some of the women here indulging in that if they got really excited by their ancestry.
Then she considered the possibility that it was panicky screaming of the kind an arachnophobe might emit if a spider suddenly fell on their head while they were driving along the M90 motorway,
As she moved towards the sound, she realised, as she heard the sobbing that had followed the screaming, that something awful had happened in the library.