Outstanding Praise for Julia Spencer-Fleming’s
A Fountain Filled With Blood
“The plot is complicated, and the ethical issues are even thornier. Wisely, Spencer-Fleming treats them with the same delicacy she extends to Clare’s forbidden love.”
“Julia Spencer-Fleming ‘pulls it off’ again in her second outing.”
“Despite the brutal crimes, this is a quiet and civilized story just right for those who enjoy a modern take on the old-fashioned whodunit.”
“Serious issues…add depth to the story. An exciting mountain rescue keeps the pages turning as the pace picks up at the end.”
“Even more action, more plot-twists, and more unconsummated romance than in Clare and Russ’s notable debut.”
In the Bleak Midwinter
“Atmospheric…. [A] freshly conceived and meticulously plotted whodunit.”
“Superb!”
“Terrific action scenes…. [W]hat really distinguishes
“Filled with many twists and turns….[A] warm tale.”
“A riveting page-turner from start to finish.”
“Fleming hits a grand slam with
“Compelling…many twists.”
“Without ever slighting the central situation of the abandoned mother and her abandoned child, Spencer-Fleming shows admirable resourcefulness in the changes she rings on it.”
“The prose soars…. [T]he story twists and turns to the last page.”
St. Martin’s/Minotaur Paperbacks Titles by Julia Spencer-Fleming
IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER
A FOUNTAIN FILLED WITH BLOOD
~TO THE MEMORY OF~
VICTOR HUGO-VIDAL
1933–2002
WE WILL MEET, BUT WE WILL MISS HIM
THERE WILL BE HIS VACANT CHAIR
WE WILL LINGER TO CARESS HIM
WHILE WE BREATHE OUR EVENING PRAYER
—HENRY J. WASHBURN AND GEORGE F. ROOT
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more;
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
E’er since, by faith, I was the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die;
Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave;
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
—William Cowper, in Conyer’s
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
