Dexters Inspector Morse books in order

Discover every Colin Dexter Inspector Morse book in order, from The Silent World of Nicholas Quinn to The Remorseful Day, plus standout mysteries like The Wench is Dead and Last Bus to Woodstock—your complete guide to the acclaimed series.

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Last Bus to Woodstock

 

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Last Seen Wearing Cover
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Last Seen Wearing

 

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Service of All the Dead

 

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Dead of Jericho (Inspector Morse Mysteries) Cover
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Dead of Jericho (Inspector Morse Mysteries)

 

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The riddle of the third mile

 

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Secret of Annexe 3 (Inspector Morse Mysteries) Cover
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Secret of Annexe 3 (Inspector Morse Mysteries)

 

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The Wench is Dead (Inspector Morse Mysteries

 

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The jewel that was ours

 

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The way through the woods

 

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The daughters of Cain

 

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The Remorseful Day

by Colin Dexter

For a year, the murder of Mrs. Yvonne Harrison at her home in Oxfordshire had baffled the Thames Valley CID. The manner of her death--her naked handcuffed body left lying in bed--matched her reputation as a women of adventuresome sexual tastes. The case seemed perfect for Inspector Morse. So why has he refused to become involved--even after anonymous hints of new evidence, even after a fresh murder? Sgt. Lewis's loyalty to his infuriating boss slowly turns to deep distress as his own investigations suggest that Mrs. Harrison was no stranger to Morse. Far from it. Never has Morse performed more brilliantly than in this final adventure, whose masterly twists and turns through the shadowy byways of passion grip us to the death. . . .