The History of Kate Shugak in 22 Objects – 3
WARNING: Spoilers spoken here.

WARNING: Spoilers spoken here.
WARNING: Spoilers spoken here.
After a twenty-year print hiatus, the fourth, fifth, and sixth Kate Shugak novels are back in print in the US! Click on the cover art above for buy links. In honor of this event, Aries had me write 500 words on the Kate Shugak series, as below. Enjoy! If I had been smart enough to…
WARNING: Spoilers spoken here.
“Yuck!” The pool of slush covered the road from snow berm to snow berm and thirteen-year old Andrea Kvasnikof had just stepped in it up to her ankle and over the tops of her brand-new, white on white Nike Kaj. “Ms. Doogan! Ms. Doogan, my shoe’s all wet!” “This is where the leading edge of…
A collection of correspondence that includes the original, a transcript, and a précis of the events surrounding the writing of each one. George Harrison took out a mortgage on his house to finance Monty Python’s Life of Brian. (I always knew George was the best Beatle.) Alec Guinness couldn’t remember Mark Hamill’s co-star’s name (Tennyson Ford?…
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Meanwhile, back up on stage…Keys in top hat, tails and aloha shirt at the keyboard is joined by Alice Welling on the lungs, Mike MacDonald on the drums, Ed Bourgeois on the channeler, and Jelly Roll Jim on the bass. Also Martha Stewart (And you’re not, which must suck), Sourdough Mike from Egegik, Yukon Jacques,…
Mutt leapt up to the seat of the snow machine as Kate thumbed the throttle and together they roared twenty-five miles over unplowed road to Niniltna, four miles past the village to the ghost town of Kanuyaq, and up the rutted, icy path to the Step. There, Kate dismounted, postholed through the snow to the…
The second outing of ex-spy Iris Sparks and noble-born Gwendolyn Bainbridge, now owners and proprietors of the Right Sort Marriage Bureau. Of course it will never only be about uniting the right man with the right woman and receiving a bounty after the vows for good work done well. This time it’s blackmail of a…
I RODE THE ALASKA RAILROAD from Anchorage to Fairbanks in the early Seventies to get to the University of Alaska. It took a minimum of twelve hours, because the train would stop what seemed like every five minutes to let off a hunter, or pick up a fisherman, or drop off supplies for a homesteader,…