The Vanished Race: A Barclay Heath Mystery

Cover art and design by Steve Upham

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VISIT THE AWESOME TEMPLE OF TOBRIOSUS
SOLVE THE GREAT MYSTERY OF THE VANISHED TOBRII RACE

For Barclay Heath, it was a mystery too great to resist. But as night falls on the deserted alien world, his fellow passengers begin to vanish one by one . . .

Heath must unravel an age-old mystery before time runs out, before he, too, suffers the same fate as the Tobrii . . .

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The Barclay Heath Mysteries are set in a whimsical alternate-1920s, where humanity has ventured out into the stars but Twenties values and attitudes prevail. Barclay Heath is a gentleman detective enjoying semi-retirement from Earth’s Secret Service. Unfortunately for Heath, murder and subterfuge are never far away. As he travels the cosmos, he comes up against fiendish plots involving mysterious lost races, strange alien artefacts and, of course, a generous sprinkling of devious humans.

The Vanished Race is the second volume in the Barclay Heath Mystery series, following the detective's exploits in The Hotel Galileo. The books are self-contained mysteries and do not necessarily need to be read in order, although the first book in the series gives a good grounding in the universe Barclay Heath inhabits.

The Vanished Race will be available to buy from Amazon, Barnes and Noble and all good online ebook retailers. Watch this space for more details . . .

Comments

Ian Redman said…
That's a great cover! That alone is nearly enough to make want to get a copy!
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Lee Moan said…
Thanks Ian. Yes, I am chuffed to bits with it. Steve has done a fantastic job.
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