![]() ![]() ![]() A few days later she’s gingerly riding on horseback, and after that, she’s forced to recline in a short-roofed palanquin, a wooden box set on wooden poles that is carried by men for more than twenty miles through the hilly terrain to the palace. ![]() From there, she is surprised to find herself the lone passenger in the back of a horse-drawn postal cart, tumbled among musty sacks of the Imperial Mail. Perveen, who is a young solicitor working in her father’s law practice in Bombay, starts her journey to the Western Ghats with a train ride to the hill station of Khandala. I am journeying through the United States to talk about the book, and while the airplane rides and freeway drives seem quite long, when I remind myself of Perveen’s exhaustive travels in 1921 India, my life seems pretty easy. ![]() In this adventure, Perveen takes a long, convoluted journey through mountainous jungle to investigate the living conditions of a young maharaja… and uncover the truth about the suspicious deaths in his family. This is the second Perveen Mistry novel in the new series I am writing. My newest mystery novel was released last week as a hardcover in the US from Soho Press and as a Penguin India paperback for the Indian Subcontinent. I’m thrilled to share the news that The Satapur Moonstone is finally in bookstores. This post originally appeared on Murder Is Everywhere. ![]()
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