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- 320 páginas
- 12 horas de lectura
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In 1882, after six years of foreign travel and adventure, renowned diplomat and detective Erast Fandorin returns to Moscow in the heart of Mother Russia. His Moscow homecoming is anything but peaceful. In the hotel where he and his loyal if impertinent manservant Masa are staying, Fandorin’s old war-hero friend General Michel Sobolev (“Achilles” to the crowd) has been found dead, felled in his armchair by an apparent heart attack. But Fandorin suspects an unnatural cause. His suspicions lead him to the boudoir of the beautiful singer–“not exactly a courtesan”–known as Wanda. Apparently, in Wanda’s bed, the general secretly breathed his last. . . .
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The Death of Achilles, Boris Akunin
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- Publicado en
- 2006
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- Título
- The Death of Achilles
- Idioma
- Inglés
- Autores
- Boris Akunin
- Editorial
- Random House Incorporated
- Publicado en
- 2006
- Formato
- Tapa blanda
- Páginas
- 320
- ISBN10
- 0812968808
- ISBN13
- 9780812968804
- Etiquetas
- Ficción, Novela negra & Thriller, Novelas históricas, Aventura, Novelas de crimen, Thriller, Suspense, Novela negra clásica, Siglo XIX, Rusia, Detectives, Serie de crimen, Novela negra histórica, Espionaje, Novelas de espías, Moscú
- Primera publicación
- 1998
- Título original
- Смерть Ахиллеса
- Calificación
- 4,1 de 5
- Descripción
- In 1882, after six years of foreign travel and adventure, renowned diplomat and detective Erast Fandorin returns to Moscow in the heart of Mother Russia. His Moscow homecoming is anything but peaceful. In the hotel where he and his loyal if impertinent manservant Masa are staying, Fandorin’s old war-hero friend General Michel Sobolev (“Achilles” to the crowd) has been found dead, felled in his armchair by an apparent heart attack. But Fandorin suspects an unnatural cause. His suspicions lead him to the boudoir of the beautiful singer–“not exactly a courtesan”–known as Wanda. Apparently, in Wanda’s bed, the general secretly breathed his last. . . .




