Sparkling Cyanide

Six people sit down to a sumptuous meal at a table laid for seven. In front of the empty place is a sprig of rosemary: rosemary for remembrance. A strange sentiment considering no one is likely to forget the night exactly a year ago, that Rosemary Barton died at exactly the same table, her beautiful face unrecognizable, convulsed with pain and horror.But then Rosemary had always been memorable: she had the ability to arouse strong passions in most people she met. In one such case, strong enough to kill.

Admin

Share
Published by
Admin

Recent Posts

Let’s Talk Legacy

Yaksha: What is the greatest wonder?Yudhisthir: Every man knows that death is the ultimate truth…

6 months ago

The Freedom Manifesto

What is your purpose, your Dharma, your innate tendency? Your only path to freedom is…

6 months ago

Pure Vegetarian

The key to making the best vegetarian Tamil food is cooking it at home. Prema…

7 months ago

Dalit Kitchens of Marathwada

'This is the food my parents ate and their parents ate ... It is an…

7 months ago

Spiritual Anatomy

From the internationally bestselling author of The Heartfulness Way comes a journey to the center…

7 months ago

Spiritual Anatomy

From the internationally bestselling author of The Heartfulness Way comes a journey to the center…

7 months ago