“Not just another book about serial-killing monks who travel through time and wear Union Jack flip-flops.” – Unusual Footwear Monthly
When Horace Tweed places an advertisement in a national and moderately well respected periodical, the last thing he expects is to be commissioned to travel back through time in search of the long extinct Holey* Snail.
But this isn’t just any old common or garden snail. The helix pertusa is possessed of an extraordinary and highly desirable property, and Horace’s quest leads him and his co-adventurers to Ancient Greece and a variety of near-death encounters with beings both mythological and not so mythological.
Meanwhile, Detective Chief Inspector Harper Collins has her hands full trying to track down a secret order of fundamentalist monks whom she suspects of committing a series of murders – the same monks who are determined to thwart Horace in his…
Quest for the Holey Snail.
(* This isn’t a spelling mistake. The Holey Snail is so called because there are hundreds of tiny holes all over its shell.)