from the eleventh Kate Shugak novel

“Sit still,” Dinah said, yanking Kate’s head around by a fistful of hair. “Ouch!”  Kate, wedged into Katya’s high chair, muttered something beneath her breath. “Stop whining,” Dinah said, no sympathy in face or voice.  “It wasn’t my idea to give you a crew cut.” “It’s not a crew cut.” “It might as well be. …

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The statue of a Greek archer, found in the temple of Aphaia on the island of Aegina, just offshore of Athens. The temple was built circa 600 BC. This statue is a 3D printed copy of the original and painted to what they think it looked like back then. –currently on display at the “Chroma”…

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from the tenth Kate Shugak novel

ONE Niniltna, June 25 “Lots of spirits all over, this year,”They whisper.    —A Quick Brush of Wings, Mary TallMountain They would argue later about when it all began, perhaps with the death in July, or maybe the meeting in Washington, D.C. the month before, or even with the fall of the Berlin Wall in…

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I didn’t even know what the Sheep Camp ranger meant when she told us the pass was a class three rock scramble.

What the HELL was I thinking? —entry from Happy Camp log, Chilkoot Trail I WASN’T GOING TO let anyone rush me. I wasn’t going to let me rush me. I was going to take it one foot at a time, one boulder at a time. I was going slow, I was going careful, I was…

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This is the cover art (and pre-order links) for the next Kate Shugak novel. I’ll be publishing teeny, tiny excerpts from it in the next four newsletters so you should definitely sign up for it here. This, aspiring authors, is what we in the biz call “promotion.” I wrote about it before here, and I’ll…

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from the ninth Kate Shugak novel

Her first startled glance showed no one in immediate distress, with the exception of Mutt, who had been slumbering peacefully next to the fire. She shot to her feet, looked wildly in every direction, put her muzzle up in an emphatic and unequivocal howl of protest and vanished into the brush. Dieter had produced a…

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