mamur zapt donkey vous suspense tale de pearce michael (6 résultats)

Soft cover. Etat : Good. 1st Edition. 1993 1st ed. thus. 265pp. paperback: Good [text is age browned; edges are foxed; rem. X top and bottom edges; else a nice tight and uncreased copy] A whodunit set in British-run Egypt in 1908.

Hardcover. Etat : Very Good. Etat de la jaquette : Very Good. First American Edition.

Hard Cover. Etat : Very Good. Etat de la jaquette : Very Good -. First American. (1992), 265pp, light shelfwear to cover, slight rubbing & edgewear to dj, contents clean.

Hard Cover. Etat : Fine. Etat de la jaquette : Fine. 1st Edition. Grey boards with 1/4 bound green cloth and black titles. Firm binding. Jacket is not price clipped. 1st US edition.

Cloth. Etat : Near Fine. Etat de la jaquette : Near Fine. 1st US Edition; First Printing. An attractive first American edition/first printing in Near Fine condition with ttraces of foxing to top edge in alike dust-jacket; The Mamur Zapt and the Donkey-Vous: A Suspense Tale of Old Cairo is a book about a young boy named Ahmed and his adventure in Old Cairo. Ahmed is a street urchin who is trying to find a way to escape from the poverty and violence that surrounds him. One day, he meets a mysterious old man named Mamur Zapt. Mamur Zapt tells Ahmed about a magical donkey named Donkey-Vous. Donkey-Vous is a powerful creature that can help Ahmed escape from Old Cairo and reach a new life. Ahmed is skeptical at first, but he decides to trust Mamur Zapt. Together, they embark on an adventure full of danger and mystery. Ahmed must use all of his courage and ingenuity to outwit his enemies and save himself from a life of poverty and hardship.; 8vo; 265 pages; FSA.

Hardcover. Etat : New. Etat de la jaquette : New. 1st US Edition. It is 1908 in British-ruled Cairo, and a wealthy Frenchman has vanished from the terrace of Shepheard's Hotel. Police Captain Cadwallader Owen, known as the Mamur Zapt, expects the case will be routine; Shepheard's is, after all, the social center of this most bustling city. Yet, oddly enough, witnesses are conspicuously absent. When an inebriated Britisher is spirited off, again in full view of the hotel's teatime throng, Owen begins to suspect a plot. Is it a sinister campaign to assault British prestige? Or to destroy the tourist trade? Again, no one seems to know anything. Not Owen's beautiful Egyptian lady friend. Not the street side snake charmer. Not even those sharp-eyed donkey rental boys who are forever gabbing at their "donkey-vous" near Shepheard's crowded terrace. And that's peculiar, thinks Owen: they always know everything. "Smell the Spices,hear the hubbub,savour the wry,impartial humour.".