“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. …
Barbara Peters of the Poisoned Pen Bookstore calls this kind of book a “palate cleanser,” something you read between crime fiction novels whose villains keep you up nights. No villains here, just a sweet summer tale of love and loss and new love found, not only romantic but of home and community, of friendship, of…
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…almost seventy feet of snow fell on the summit of the Chilkoot that winter… —Pierre Berton, The Klondike Fever FIRST LIGHT AND FEAR jerked me awake at four-thirty. I woke Sharyn and Rhonda, thinking to get a really early start on the day, but Len’s group was up before us. The Belgians of course had…
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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”…
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…
The first crime fiction convention panel I was ever on was moderated by Tony Hillerman and it ruined me for any panel I was on afterward because he was as good a raconteur out loud as he was on the page. This collection of Tony’s articles and tales is proof positive, from the hilarious title…
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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…
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…
Thanks to Nic Cheetham and all the wonderful people at Aries Fiction, today sees the return of the first three Kate Shugak novels in paperback! [There is a buy link beneath each of the cover art images above. In case you were interested.] It’s been about twenty years since Kates 2-9 dematerialized from paperback existence.…
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…
