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In Death Comes to Pemberley , P. D. James masterfully recreates the world of Jane Austen in Pride and Prejudice , and combines it with the excitement and suspense of brilliantly-crafted crime fiction.

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The world is classic Jane Austen. The mystery is vintage P.D. James.

The year is 1803, and Fitzwilliam Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet have been married for six years. There are now two handsome and healthy sons in the nursery, Elizabeth´s beloved sister Jane and her husband Bingley live nearby and the orderly world of Pemberley seems unassailable. But all this is threatened when, on the eve of the annual autumn ball, the guests are preparing to retire for the night when a chaise appears, rocking down the path from Pemberley´s wild woodland. As it pulls up, Lydia Wickham - Elizabeth Bennet´s younger, unreliable sister - stumbles out screaming that her husband has been murdered.

Two great literary minds - master of suspense P.D. James and literary icon Jane Austen - come together in Death Comes to Pemberley , a bestselling historical crime fiction tribute to Pride and Prejudice . Conjuring the world of Elizabeth Bennet and Mark Darcy and combining the trappings of Regency British society with a classic murder mystery, P.D. James creates a delightful mash-up that will intrigue any Janeite.

From the bestselling author of The Murder Room, Children of Men and A Certain Justice, comes a wonderful mixture of the nation´s greatest romance and best-loved crime fiction. In 2013, this novel was adapted as a miniseries by the BBC, starring Matthew Rhys as Darcy, Anna Maxwell Martin as Elizabeth Bennet and Jenna Coleman as Lydia Wickham.

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Darcy, who was standing by the window, gave a sudden exclamation.

´My God! What does that fool of a coachman think he´s doing? He´ll have the whole chaise over! This is madness. And who on earth are they? Elizabeth, is anyone else expected tonight?´

´No one.´

Elizabeth and the rest of the company crowded to the window and there in the distance saw a chaise, lurching and swaying down the woodland road towards the house, its two side lights blazing like small flames. It was too distant for the wheels to be heard and it seemed to Elizabeth that she was seeing a spectral coach of legend, flying soundlessly through the moonlit night, the dreaded harbinger of death.

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