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New York: St. Martin's Press, 1961. Trade paperback. Good.. 304 p.; 21 cm. A novel.

Dell Books, 1963-01-01. Mass Market Paperback. Very Good. Paperback. Pages are clean and unmarked. Covers show very minor shelving wear, creased spine.; 100% Satisfaction Guaranteed! Ships same or next business day!

dell, 1963 first edition . 9095 very good , faint edge damp mark paperback,

Dell Books. Collectible - Acceptable. Collectible - Acceptable. From the library of science fiction and fantasy writer, editor, publisher and prolific book reviewer D. Douglas Fratz. Reading copy only. Spine split. Some pages coming loose. Dampstained. (Vintage paperbacks, crime thriller, legal thriller, vintage mystery and adventure, courtroom drama)

Dell, 1963. 1st Printing. Mass Market Paperback. Very Good/Name ffep.

Canada: Dell, 1963. Solid with a spine roll and the covers show light wear.. 1st Printing. Paperback. Good +.

Canada: Dell Books., 1963. Book. Very Good to Fine. Soft cover. First Edition By This Publisher.. 287 pgs. (Author of Anatomy of a murder)! Story of a woman guilty of adultery & tried for murder! Size: 12mo - over 6¾" - 7¾" tall.

Dell Books. Used - Acceptable. Acceptable condition. #9095. (Literature, Fiction, dRama) A readable, intact copy that may have noticeable tears and wear to the spine. All pages of text are present, but they may include extensive notes and highlighting or be heavily stained. Includes reading copy only books. Bundled media such as CDs, DVDs, floppy disks or access codes may not be included.

dell, 1963 first edition . 9095 very good - fine, reading crease paperback,

St. Martin's Press, 1961. Hardcover. Good. Disclaimer:Former library book; Pages can have notes/highlighting. Spine may show signs of wear. ~ ThriftBooks: Read More, Spend Less.Dust jacket quality is not guaranteed.

dell, 1963 first edition . 9095 almost near fine paperback,

Dell, 1963. First Printing. Dell 9095. Near Fine condition.

dell, 1963 first edition . 9095 near fine paperback,

St. Martin's Press, 1961-10T. hardcover. Good. in x in x in. DJ with mild edgewear or bumping. Mild general wear. Pages clean. Binding sound. Mild shelf wear. Spine cocked from improper storage.

IDB Productions, 2016-01-01. MP3 CD. New. This item is a brand new factory sealed MP3 disc supplied in a DVD case

CollectibleAcceptable. Missing dust jacket

MP3 Audio CD. I Doves wheeled above the city's winter morning, vanishing by a turn of wings, reappearing in a silent explosion of light. Judge Terence Mann saw smoke rising through windless cold from a thousand chimneys, and saw, beyond a bleak acreage of city roofs, the apartment house that contained his bachelor burrow; further on, the Veterans Hospital shone not as a temple of sickness but a shaft of splendor in the sun. His eyes smarted as he turned away from the brightness. That was partly from a lack of sleep. The Judge remembered that, like this robing-room, the detention cells also looked up across the long rise of land where, for something like three hundred years, the city had been haphazardly expanding, fattening on river commerce, and becoming?in the American sense?old. Some day, should the small gods in the state capital approve, the city of Winchester would own a Civic Center near that hospital, with a new county courthouse. Judge Mann had seen an architect's dream picture in the… Read More

MP3 Audio CD. The Trial of Callista Blake 1 Now laws maintain their credit not because they are just, but because they are laws. That is the mystic foundation of their authority: they have no other. MONTAIGNE, Of Experience I Doves wheeled above the city's winter morning, vanishing by a turn of wings, reappearing in a silent explosion of light. Judge Terence Mann saw smoke rising through windless cold from a thousand chimneys, and saw, beyond a bleak acreage of city roofs, the apartment house that contained his bachelor burrow; further on, the Veterans Hospital shone not as a temple of sickness but a shaft of splendor in the sun. His eyes smarted as he turned away from the brightness. That was partly from a lack of sleep. The Judge remembered that, like this robing-room, the detention cells also looked up across the long rise of land where, for something like three hundred years, the city had been haphazardly expanding, fattening on river commerce, and becoming--in the American sense--old. Some… Read More

MP3 Audio CD. I Doves wheeled above the city's winter morning, vanishing by a turn of wings, reappearing in a silent explosion of light. Judge Terence Mann saw smoke rising through windless cold from a thousand chimneys, and saw, beyond a bleak acreage of city roofs, the apartment house that contained his bachelor burrow; further on, the Veterans Hospital shone not as a temple of sickness but a shaft of splendor in the sun. His eyes smarted as he turned away from the brightness. That was partly from a lack of sleep. The Judge remembered that, like this robing-room, the detention cells also looked up across the long rise of land where, for something like three hundred years, the city had been haphazardly expanding, fattening on river commerce, and becoming?in the American sense?old. Some day, should the small gods in the state capital approve, the city of Winchester would own a Civic Center near that hospital, with a new county courthouse. Judge Mann had seen an architect's dream picture in the… Read More

MP3 Audio CD. The Trial of Callista Blake 1 Now laws maintain their credit not because they are just, but because they are laws. That is the mystic foundation of their authority: they have no other. MONTAIGNE, Of Experience I Doves wheeled above the city's winter morning, vanishing by a turn of wings, reappearing in a silent explosion of light. Judge Terence Mann saw smoke rising through windless cold from a thousand chimneys, and saw, beyond a bleak acreage of city roofs, the apartment house that contained his bachelor burrow; further on, the Veterans Hospital shone not as a temple of sickness but a shaft of splendor in the sun. His eyes smarted as he turned away from the brightness. That was partly from a lack of sleep. The Judge remembered that, like this robing-room, the detention cells also looked up across the long rise of land where, for something like three hundred years, the city had been haphazardly expanding, fattening on river commerce, and becoming--in the American sense--old. Some… Read More