The Dead In Their Vaulted Arches: A Flavia De Luce Novel

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On a spring morning in 1951, eleven-year-old chemist and aspiring detective Flavia de Luce gathers with her family at the railway station, awaiting the return of her long-lost mother, Harriet. Yet upon the train’s arrival in the English village of Bishop’s Lacey, Flavia is approached by a tall stranger who whispers a cryptic message into her ear. Moments later, he is dead, mysteriously pushed under the train by someone in the crowd. Who was this man, what did his words mean, and why were they intended for Flavia? Back home at Buckshaw, the de Luces’ crumbling estate, Flavia puts her sleuthing skills to the test. Following a trail of clues sparked by the discovery of a reel of film stashed away in the attic, she unravels the deepest secrets of the de Luce clan, involving none other than Winston Churchill himself. Surrounded by family, friends, and a famous pathologist from the Home Office—and making spectacular use of Harriet’s beloved Gipsy Moth plane, Blithe Spirit—Flavia will do anything, even take to the skies, to land a killer.

Praise for The Dead in Their Vaulted Arches
 
“Part Harriet the Spy, part Violet Baudelaire from Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, Flavia is a pert and macabre pragmatist.”The New York Times Book Review
 
“[Alan] Bradley’s award winning Flavia de Luce series . . . has enchanted readers with the outrageous sleuthing career of its precocious leading lady. . . . This latest adventure contains all the winning elements of the previous books.”Library Journal (starred review)

“Bradley’s latest Flavia de Luce novel reaches a new level of perfection as it shows the emotional turmoil and growth of a girl who has always been older than her years and yet is still a child. The mystery is complex and very personal this time, reaching into the past Flavia never knew about. . . . These are astounding, magical books not to be missed.”RT Book Reviews (Top Pick)
 
“Excellent . . . Flavia retains her droll wit. . . . The solution to a murder is typically neat, and the conclusion sets up future books nicely.”Publishers Weekly (starred review)
 
“It’s hard to resist either the genre’s pre-eminent preteen sleuth or the hushed revelations about her family.”Kirkus Reviews
 
“Flavia . . . is as fetching as ever; her chatty musings and her combination of childish vulnerability and seemingly boundless self-confidence haven’t changed a bit.”Booklist
 
Acclaim for Alan Bradley’s beloved Flavia de Luce novels, winners of the Crime Writers’ Association Debut Dagger Award, Barry Award, Agatha Award, Macavity Award, Dilys Winn Award, and Arthur Ellis Award
 
“If ever there were a sleuth who’s bold, brilliant, and, yes, adorable, it’s Flavia de Luce.”USA Today
 
“Irresistibly appealing.”—The New York Times Book Review, on A Red Herring Without Mustard
 
“Original, charming, devilishly creative.”—Bookreporter, on I Am Half-Sick of Shadows
 
“Delightful and entertaining.”San Jose Mercury News, on Speaking from Among the Bones


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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLEROn a spring morning in 1951, eleven-year-old chemist and aspiring detective Flavia de Luce gathers with her family at the railway station, awaiting the return of her long-lost mother, Harriet. Yet upon the train’s arrival in the English village of Bishop’s Lacey, Flavia is approached by a tall stranger who whis...

Alan Bradley is the internationally bestselling author of many short stories, children’s stories, newspaper columns, and the memoir The Shoebox Bible. His first Flavia de Luce novel, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, received the Crime Writers’ Association Debut Dagger Award, the Dilys Winn Award, the Arthur Ellis Award, the Agat...

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Format:Audio Book (CD)Dimensions:5.88 × 5.05 × 1.1 inPublished:January 14, 2014Publisher:Penguin Random House Audio Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Flavia de Luce you are my heroine! Another page turner to get you to the next exciting plot line. Please keep writing Mr. Bradley!
Date published: 2016-11-14
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Good read but not my favourite from the series Read all of the books from the series and this was my least favourite. The story line was a bit distracted, but saved by the surprising ending. Looking forward to the next book.
Date published: 2016-11-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Flavia strikes again! Love it! The writer always inserts curiosity into a situation viewed through a very intelligent child's eyes. Flavia is adorable as she tries to come to grips with her life and position in the sibling age chain. Add a good mystery and you have it! A very good read!
Date published: 2015-04-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Dead in Their Vaulted Arches I've read all in this series and have yet to be disappointed. Good read. I connect with Flavia in every way.
Date published: 2014-10-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from :))) As good as the first!
Date published: 2014-03-20
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Huge Fan; Somewhat Disappointed I have read every book in this series and have loved each of them.  So it is with a heavy heart I must say, this was not up to par with the others at all.  Reasons I like these novels: the quaint British village murder mysteries, Flavia's obsession with chemistry and her sensibilities, her ability to go places as a child member of the community where the police could never do so that she ends up giving the Inspector insightful details to solving the mystery. This book changes form, and while still well-written, having the same characters I've grown to love, the story here goes back to the events surrounding Harriet's disappearance and turns into something more along the lines of an espionage/spy story.  The book fully concentrates on the family background.  However with the book's conclusion, the entire situation changes and we can see that Flavia is about to embark on the next step of her life's journey.  I do sincerely hope the mysteries turn back around somehow to those previous quaint mysteries, but I'm not quite sure how the author would manage to proceed with that from this point.  We will have to see, as he has signed on to continue the series for another four more books.
Date published: 2014-03-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The past comes home This book brings some answers to questions about Flavia and her family, there are moments of clarity and eye brow raising moments.  I hope that the ending is just the beginning of another Flavia adventure!
Date published: 2014-02-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wonderful prose! The best yet. For fans of the series an exciting derivation from the established excellent path... Answering many unexpected questions... For those new to the series... Go back and read from the start... Every single book... You'll be very glad indeed... I await the next instalment with anticipation... And if there is no other... I'll try to take it stoically as any deluce...
Date published: 2014-02-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Wonderful prose! The best yet. I was so excited to read this book based on the cliff hanger of the previous one in this series. However, within the first few minutes of reading i was disappointed. Disappointed with how the cliff hanger was resolved. Because of the direction of the storyline involving Flavia and her mother, the book just sort of fell flat. The entire book was sombre, not the fun loving nature the rest of the books had. It was very sad to read the desperation that Flavia had with regard to Harriet. The book was also very predictable in its outcome. So while there were still shadows of the great characters Alan Bradley had created and developed over the series, as a whole it was a disappointment
Date published: 2014-02-04
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Wonderful prose! The best yet. This newest installation in the Flavia de Luce series leaves the audience longing for something. Unlike the previous tales, this one takes a much deeper look into the life of Harriet and less about the mystery itself--which I personally prefer. Overall, still a good read, but not the best in the series.
Date published: 2014-02-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Wonderful prose! The best yet. Love it. If you like english 'who dun its', this series is for you.
Date published: 2014-02-01

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•One•To begin with, it was a perfect English morning: one of those dazzling days in early April when a new sun makes it seem suddenly like full-blown summer.Sunshine broke through the fat white dumplings of the clouds, sending shadows chasing one another playfully across the green fields and up into the gently rolling hills. Somewhere in the woods on the other side of the railway line, a nightingale was singing.“It’s like a colored plate from Wordsworth,” my sister Daphne said, almost to herself. “Far too picturesque.”Ophelia, my oldest sister, was a still, pale, silent shadow, lost in her own thoughts.At the appointed time, which happened to be ten o’clock, we were all of us gathered more or less together on the little railway platform at Buckshaw Halt. I think it was the first time in my life I had ever seen Daffy without a book in her hand.Father, who stood a bit apart from us, kept glancing every few minutes at his wristwatch and looking along the track, eyes squinting, watching for smoke in the distance.Directly behind him stood Dogger. How odd it was to see these two men—gentleman and servant—who had been through such ghastly times together, standing dressed in their Sunday best at an abandoned country railway station.Although Buckshaw Halt had once been used to bring both goods and guests to the great house, and although the rails remained, the station proper, with its weathered bricks, had been boarded up for donkey’s years.In the past few days, though, it had been hurriedly made ready for Harriet’s homecoming: swept out and tidied up, its broken windowpanes replaced, the tiny flower bed weeded and planted with a small riot of flowers.Father had been asked to go up to London and ride with her back to Buckshaw, but he had insisted on being at the little station at Buckshaw Halt to meet the train. It was, after all, he had explained to the vicar, the place and manner in which he had first met her all those many years ago when both of them were young.As we waited, I noticed that Father’s boots had been polished to a high-gloss perfection, from which I deduced that Dogger was currently in a much improved state. There were times when Dogger screamed and whimpered in the night, huddled in the corner of his tiny bedroom, visited by the ghosts of far-off prisons, tormented by the devils of the past. At all other times he was as competent as any human is capable of being, and I sent up thanks that this morning was one of them.Never had we needed him more.Here and there on the platform, small, tight knots of villagers, keeping a respectful distance, talked quietly to one another, preserving our privacy. More than a few of them stood huddled closely round Mrs. Mullet, our cook, and her husband, Alf, as if doing so made them, by some magic, part of the immediate household.As ten o’clock approached, everyone, as if at an arranged signal, fell suddenly quiet, and an unearthly hush settled upon the countryside. It was as though a bell jar had been lowered upon the land and all the world was holding its breath. Even the nightingale in the woods had abruptly ceased its song.The very air on the station platform was now electric, as it often becomes when a train is approaching but not yet in sight.People shifted uneasily from foot to foot, and the faint wind of our collective breathing made a soft sigh on the gentle English air.And then, finally, after what seemed like an eternal stillness, we saw in the distance the smoke from the engine.Nearer and nearer it came, bringing Harriet—bringing my mother—home.The breath seemed sucked from my lungs as the gleaming engine panted into the station and squealed to a stop at the edge of the platform.It was not a long train: not more than an engine and half a dozen carriages, and it sat resting for a few moments in the importance of its own swirling steam. There was an odd little lull.Then a guard stepped down from the rear carriage and blew three sharp blasts on a whistle.Doors opened, and the platform was suddenly swarming with men in uniform: military men with a dazzling array of full medals and clipped mustaches.They formed up quickly into two columns and stood stiffly at attention.A tall, tanned man I took to be their leader, his chest a wall of decorations and colored ribbons, marched smartly to where Father stood and brought his arm up in a sharp salute that left his hand vibrating like a tuning fork.Although he seemed in a daze, Father managed a nod.From the remaining carriages poured a horde of men in black suits and bowler hats carrying walking sticks and furled umbrellas. Among them were a handful of women in severe suits, hats, and gloves; a few, even, were in uniform. One of these, a fit but forbidding woman in RAF colors, looked such a Tartar and had so many stripes on her sleeve that she might have been an Air Vice-Marshal. This little station at Buckshaw Halt, I thought, in all of its long history, had never before been so packed with such an assortment of humanity.To my surprise, one of the suited women turned out to be Father’s sister, Aunt Felicity. She hugged Feely, hugged Daffy, hugged me, and then without a word took up her station beside Father.At an order, the two columns marched smartly towards the head of the train, as the large door in the luggage van slid open.It was difficult, in the bright daylight, to make out anything in the dim depths of the van’s interior. All I could see at first was what seemed to be a dozen white gloves dancing suspended in the darkness.And then gently, almost tenderly, a wooden box was handed out to the double column of waiting men, who shouldered it and stood motionless for a moment, like wooden soldiers staring straight ahead into the sunshine.I couldn’t take my eyes off the thing.It was a coffin which, once clear of the shadows of the luggage van, gleamed cruelly in the harsh sunlight.In it was Harriet. Harriet.My mother.

Editorial Reviews

Praise for The Dead in Their Vaulted Arches  “Part Harriet the Spy, part Violet Baudelaire from Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, Flavia is a pert and macabre pragmatist.”—The New York Times Book Review   “[Alan] Bradley’s award winning Flavia de Luce series . . . has enchanted readers with the outrageous sleuthing career of its precocious leading lady. . . . This latest adventure contains all the winning elements of the previous books.”—Library Journal (starred review)“Bradley’s latest Flavia de Luce novel reaches a new level of perfection as it shows the emotional turmoil and growth of a girl who has always been older than her years and yet is still a child. The mystery is complex and very personal this time, reaching into the past Flavia never knew about. . . . These are astounding, magical books not to be missed.”—RT Book Reviews (Top Pick) “Excellent . . . Flavia retains her droll wit. . . . The solution to a murder is typically neat, and the conclusion sets up future books nicely.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review)   “It’s hard to resist either the genre’s pre-eminent preteen sleuth or the hushed revelations about her family.”—Kirkus Reviews  “Flavia . . . is as fetching as ever; her chatty musings and her combination of childish vulnerability and seemingly boundless self-confidence haven’t changed a bit.”—BooklistAcclaim for Alan Bradley’s beloved Flavia de Luce novels, winners of the Crime Writers’ Association Debut Dagger Award, Barry Award, Agatha Award, Macavity Award, Dilys Winn Award, and Arthur Ellis Award   “If ever there were a sleuth who’s bold, brilliant, and, yes, adorable, it’s Flavia de Luce.”—USA Today   “Irresistibly appealing.”—The New York Times Book Review, on A Red Herring Without Mustard   “Original, charming, devilishly creative.”—Bookreporter, on I Am Half-Sick of Shadows   “Delightful and entertaining.”—San Jose Mercury News, on Speaking from Among the BonesFrom the Hardcover edition.