title: The Devil's Hearth: A Fever Devilin Mystery
author:  Phillip DePoy 
description: Shamus finalist DePoy (Easy) provides a delightful fireside feast in his sixth whodunit, set in the Georgia Appalachians. Upset with the closing of his folklore section in Burrison University's English department, Dr. "Fever" Devilin decides to spend his next few years writing and coming to grips with the ghosts of his past at the old family cabin up on Blue Mountain. But ghosts seem determined to start and end his journey. Childhood chum Skidmore Needle, now a local deputy, discovers a dead body at the cabin only minutes before Fever's arrival. The corpse turns out to be that of Fever's hitherto unknown half-brother and a messenger from their not-so-dearly departed mother. The cast of characters could've come out of Deliverance, from the dimwit Deveroe brothers to Fever's total city-slicker colleague and friend, Dr. Winton Andrews. A threesome of old men play music, drink 'shine and keep secrets, but Fever is determined to pry some answers from those who may have information about his half-brother's murder. The Devil's Hearth, an eerie outcropping, haunts the mountain and sets the book's tone, and Fever's old flame Lucinda adds some spark. DePoy combines a good mystery with a generous helping of history and legend. <br />Copyright 2002 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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  ## Bring Me the Head of Prince Charming
  
  
    
  
  
  ### Roger Zelazny
  
  
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  ## Roger Zelazny and Robert Sheckley
  
  
  ## Bring Me the Head of Prince Charming
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  The bastards were shirking again. And Azzie had just gotten comfortable. He
  had found a place just the right distance between the fiery hole in the
  mid­dle of the Pit and the hoarfrost-covered iron walls which encircled it.
  
  
  The walls were kept close to absolute zero by the devil's own air-conditioning
  system. The central Pit was hot enough to strip atoms of their electrons, and
  there were occasional gusts that could melt a proton.
  
  
  Not that that much heat or cold was needed. It was over­kill; overharass,
  actually. Humans, even when dead and cast into the Pit, have very narrow
  ranges (speaking on a cosmic scale) of tolerance. Once past the comfort zone
  in either di­rection, humans soon lost the ability to d