title: Unnatural Murder: Poison At the Court Of James l
author: Anne Somerset
description: In the autumn of 1615 the Earl and Countess of Somerset were detained on suspicion of having murdered Sir Thomas Overbury. The arrest of these leading court figures created a sensation. The Countess was both young and beautiful: the Earl was one of the richest and most powerful men in the kingdom, having risen to prominence as the male 'favourite' of the monarch James I. In a vivid narrative, Anne Somerset unravels these extraordinary events, which were widely regarded as an extreme manifestation of the corruption and vice which disfigured the court during this period. It is at once a story rich in passion and intrigue and a murder mystery, for, despite the guilty verdicts, there is much about Overbury's death that remains enigmatic. The Overbury murder case profoundly damaged the monarchy, and constituted the greatest court scandal in English history.
zlib_text: 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  POLICE BRUTALITY
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  HAZARD AND SOMERSET: A UNION OF SWORDS
  
  
  BOOK 2
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  GREGORY ASHE
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
  either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
  resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is
  entirely coincidental.
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright 2020 Gregory Ashe
  
  
  All Rights Reserved
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # CHAPTER ONE
  
  
  DECEMBER 16
  
  
  SUNDAY
  
  
  6:42 PM
  
  
  
  
  
  EMERY HAZARD WAS GETTING FRUSTRATED. He jabbed the pen at the paper again, as
  though this might help somehow.
  
  
  “Road signs.”
  
  
  “Figure eight.”
  
  
  “Ouroboros.”
  
  
  This last one made Hazard snap a look at his boyfriend, John-Henry Somerset,
  who just smiled, eyes wide and innocent.
  
  
  “I guessed that one time,” Hazard said. “Just once. And it was legitimate
  because the last thing you drew looked like a Coptic cross.”
  
  
  “Of course it did,” Somers said, grinning.
  
  
  Game night at Noah and Rebeca’s house wasn