Published by:

Local Legend Publishing

Book launched Feb 7 2011

ISBN-10: 1907203222

ISBN-13: 978- 1907203220

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Bill

What?

Voice on the telephone

Mr Reyner?.

Bill

Yeah, what?

Voice on the telephone

I need your help, its a matter of life and death.

Bill

Whos, for crying out loud?

Voice on the telephone

Mine. You must come to meet me; it is concerning a vast treasure. Sirena bottino.

Bill

Whos she? Like, why would I be interested? Ive got all the treasure I need.

Voice on the telephone

I promise you, Mr Reyner, the treasure is real and so is the danger.

 

Bill Reyner Series

Photo of Author Wentworth M Johnson

Wentworth M Johnson
at Flin Flon

BOOK RELEASE DATES

April 2009

Released Fiends Gold

July 2009

Released Mania

November 2009

Released Edinburgh Cuckoos

March 2010

Released Damp Graves

May 2010

Released Lions and Christians

July 28 2010

Released The Canadian

November 2010

Released The Dutchman

February 7 2011

Released The Mermaid

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The Mermaid

FIEND'S GOLD. A BILL REYNER MYSTERY ADVENTURE BY WENTWORTH M JOHNSON - BOOK 1

About This Book

Book 8 of 8 Bill Reyner mystery adventures

Author: Wentworth M. Johnson

Publisher: Local Legend Publishing February 7 2011

Category: Fiction

Paperback: 230 pages

Language: English

Dimensions: 22.9 x 15.2 x 1.3 cm

From the book

The lawyer had his own car and drove us to the bookshop. I have to admit I was both pleased and surprised. The shop looked very grand and modern. On the outside it had a large marquee and proudly in huge, illuminated letters it said TOMBBELLDOOM – kind of an odd name for a bookshop. The interior was enough to give a person goosebumps. One step through the door and you’re in a different time zone, a different existence.

I expected a library-like atmosphere with books on shelves and maybe a reading room. No, man! The place looked straight out of Dickens, with a hint of museum. Dim, poor lighting with terrible shadows that almost illuminated the vast room. There were paintings on one wall that would give any kid nightmares. The rest of the space seemed to be taken up with self-illuminated showcases. Each case had its own light in dim green. At the opposite end of the room to the paintings stood a long counter with what looked like bar stools.

A prehistoric manifestation of manhood stood by the counter with a huge book in his hands. He looked at least as old as Methuselah and wore a robe rather like a monk, but in denim blue. The room felt suffocating and warm. The bearded apparition in the robe ambled towards us as the door closed us in.