I read the ARC of The House at the End of the Moor, by Michelle Griep, courtesy of Barbour Publishing and NetGalley. Ms. Griep has woven a solid mystery with unexpected twists and turns, a unique cast of characters, and, of course, a little romance.
Conspiring with her dishonest manager, a powerful member of the British Parliament, Ambrose Corbin, sets up a beloved opera singer for the crime of jewel theft. Fearful for her life, she flees, and hides out in an old house at the end of the moor, knowing her life may never be the same. Margaret (Maggie) Lee, known by her stage name of Daisy Lee, takes her mother’s maiden name, and becomes Margaret Dosett.
Out for a walk with her dog, Maggie comes upon a man, Oliver Ward, near death. She and her mute maid, Nora, take him in and nurse him back to health, only to learn he is an escaped convict who has also been framed for the same crime by the same politician.
Oliver, also a member of Parliament, has escaped from Dartmoor Prison, and its vicious Officer Barrow who spouts Biblical scripture, but adds his own version of it. He is a devout Christian when it suits his needs.
Together Margaret and Oliver devise a plan to expose the corrupt Corbin. They will return the jewels to their rightful owner, Corbin’s abused wife.
Throughout repeated difficulties, Maggie and Oliver never lose their faith or their trust in God to see them through. Finally Corbin is exposed to another member of parliament, and gets his due.
The House at the End of the Moor is a griping tale of fear and courage, love and loss, sadness and joy, injustice, and at last, justice and happiness. It is also an exceptionally good work of Christian fiction.
What made The Grumpy Book Reviewer grumpy?
Very little, actually: referring to people as “that” instead of “who”, and a couple of split infinitives. That’s about it