Crimson Shore

Crimson Shore

Large Print - 2015
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Pendergast and his ward Constance Greene travel to the quaint seaside village of Exmouth, Massachusetts, to investigate the theft of a priceless wine collection. But inside the wine cellar, they find a bricked-up niche that once held a crumbling skeleton. Local legend holds that during the 1692 witch trials in Salem, the real witches escaped, fleeing north to Exmouth and settling deep in the surrounding salt marshes, where they continued to practice their wicked arts. But the sins of the past are still very much alive when a new corpse turns up in the marshes. The only clue is a series of demonic carvings that could lead to an ancient witches' colony, long believed to be abandoned.
Publisher: New York, NY : Grand Central Publishing, 2015
Edition: First large print edition
Copyright Date: ©2015
ISBN: 9781455536269
Branch Call Number: FIC PRESTON 2015
Characteristics: 454 pages (large print) : illustrations, map ; 24 cm
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Additional Contributors: Child, Lincoln


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Dec 09, 2019

One of their more believable stories, or at least until the end. This time, they let the reader in on how they worked the mystery of stolen wine and the why of the skeleton they found. Probably one of the better books.

Dec 03, 2018

Great story with interesting historical subplots that liven up the action. One of his best.

PimaLib_ChristineR Dec 29, 2016

Preston & Child return with the 15th Pendergast novel and I kind of wish they hadn't. The upside is the continued growth of Constance as an investigator in her own right, learning from Pendergast but also willing to strike out to follow her own clues when she must.

The rest is just too far overboard, leaving the realm of mystery thriller and bringing my suspension of disbelief crashing to the ground.

Once again Pendergast goes beyond his original memory palace to practice Chongg Ran. His abilities to recreate the past in his Tibetan-learned Chongg Ran trance are one of the hardest parts for me to swallow, no matter which title, but here it is possibly the least absurd of events and leads to the most satisfying conclusion in the novel.

Too bad the book didn't end there.

Sep 12, 2016

I occasionally like a good adventure story and I was hoping to find one here. It started out with promise but it got a bit hokey as it went along and the last third bordered on ridiculous. I could barely finish it.

Jul 04, 2016

I really enjoyed. Read in one day but had to stay up till midnight to do it !
This was my first Agent Pendergast book.

Apr 29, 2016

Crimson Shore was a good, but not great book. Preston and Child once again lay out a mesmerizing landscape for the reader, however the book reeked of desperation. The first half and a bit more was interesting enough, and the book probably could have ended three quarters through. The last section of the book suddenly turned into what was suspiciously similar to "Still Life with Crows". Overall, this book is worth reading, but it's no Relic or Still Life with Crows.
I'd give it 6/10, where as something like Relic or Still Life I would give 8.

Feb 03, 2016

Should have ended it before the last few chapters. Really weird.

karcoldelharvic5 Jan 28, 2016

Wasn't too happy with this book. Too paranormal for me

Jan 01, 2016

Highly weird, but riviting. Cliffhanger ending.

Nov 22, 2015

Another Preston & Child page-turner that had Pendergast and the forever young Constance Green working on a wine theft case in a small New England town. Fans of detective mysteries with ties to forgotten past and occult horror should enjoy this thriller. But like some of their novels, the story really never ended in the final chapter ... and who let "it" out!


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Nov 22, 2015

The Crimson Shore:
The sun was just breaking over a blood horizon, throwing pallid light onto her face. She blinked her eyes groggily. All she could see were great crimson rollers coming in, one after another, crashing and thundering up the beach. ...

This was how it had been In Exmouth a hundred years ago, Bud thought, before electricity. It wasn’t so bad. Electricity had brought nothing but trouble, when you thought about it – glaring light, pollution, computers and iPads and all that nonsense that he saw every day, as everyone – and not just kids – walked around town staring like zombies into little bright rectangles instead of greeting one another, instead of smelling the salt air and observing the scarlet maples in their autumnal glory …

Nov 22, 2015

Constance recalled the last time someone had rung the doorbell at 891 Riverside Drive – the rarest of occurrences at the Pendergast mansion. The memory f that awful moment now hung in the room like a miasma.

“But a bottle of wine as payment? Next you’ll be offering your services in exchange for a Shake Shack hamburger.

“In a criminal investigation, there is an inverse relationship between the quality of evidence and the length of time it has been awaiting examination.”

“For the love of God, Montressor!” (quoting Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Cask of Amontillado” )

“First you called me a ‘dick.’ Now you’ve called mw a ‘prick.’ I commend yo on your poesy. But you seem to forget that a lady is present. Perhaps your mother should have employed the soap treatment more frequently to your rather orotund mouth.”

Nov 22, 2015

She seemed eager to talk, and Constance, who normally would have shut her out as one shuts a door, recalled that she was supposed to be investigating, and that this was an opportunity.

“I’d try it if I didn’t hate licorice. Isn’t wormwood supposed to cause brain damage?” “The act of living causes brain damage.”

“Outpost, Minnesota. Quite a name, isn’t it? Just twenty miles south of International Falls. Population, one hundred and twenty. The winters were right out of Kafka. To cope, you either drank, went crazy, or learned to take life as it comes.”

“The food you eat and the water you drink get broken down and the carbon, oxygen, and nitrogen become incorporated into your bones. Those three elements have various stable isotope ratios, which differ from food to food – and from water sources. Based on the ratios of those isotopes, we can tell what a person was eating and drinking during, say the last twenty years of his or her life,

Nov 22, 2015

“Roads?” The chief was unable to keep up, almost silly with shock. “Yes roads. The first was road is the more traveled one, …”

”Indeed, Constance. All lawyers are fuilty. But this one, I think, is more guilty than most.”

“Why is there an addiction problem?” “’Addiction problem’ may be too strong. It’s just … you know, poverty, lack of education, no opportunities … Fishing’s been in decline for decades. And fishermen, well, they’re a rough bunch.” He paused. “Just saying.”

“The most crimes are banal. Moronic. The obvious explanation is almost always the right one. … “ “If most crimes are banal and moronic, it’s because most people are.”

“My dear Constance, I ‘believe’ nothing. And I hope you will resist that impulse, as well. Let us only go where the facts take us …”

Being a lickspittle was mortifying in the extreme, but …

Nov 22, 2015

“Of course. Well. I’ve always loved the sea and Moby Dick is my favorite book … ‘Call me Ishmael’ is the greatest first line in a novel ever written.”
“I, myself, am not fond of animal stories.” Lake rolled his eyes. Pendergast was such an odd duck. “That’s the first time I’ve heard Moby Dick dismissed as an animal story.”
“In any investigation, ninety-nine percent of the information gathered is irrelevant. In the search for that one percent, many offensive questions must be asked and many people aggravated. Nothing personal …”

As he slipped through the grass, he did not think. Stilling the interior voice, he was like an animal, existing in the moment only as collection of highly tuned sensory organs. Thinking would come later.

Nov 22, 2015

This was unusual. Audrey was probably the friendliest dog in town, who posed a danger to burglars only by virtue of tripping them in the dark. He would greet the grim reaper himself with a wagging tail.

A quincunx. Constance was aware of that peculiar arrangement, as in the array of pips on the number five on a set of dice.

“In concert with the lighthouse keeper. It’s a well-known trick. Extinguish the lighthouse and build a fire on the beach, in a location calculated to guide the ship onto the rocks. .. “

“I have observed,” she said in a low and even voice, “that there are some crimes for which the death penalty does not seem a sufficiently sever sentence.”

All was blackness. He had reached stong pa nyid --- The State of Pure Emptiness.

“ .. My grandfather liked to say: ‘If you throw out a big enough net, there is no telling what you might drag in.’ …”


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