From Bad Blood, the twentieth Kate Shugak novel: It was a beautiful morning, clear and cool. Mist smoked up from the surface of the water, broken temporarily by the bow of the skiff moving upriver, closing in again behind its stern. Night, in summer only a suggestion of twilight between midnight and two a.m., gave…
Warning: Spoilers spoken here. Upon returning home from New York City in 1994, clutching A Cold Day for Murder‘s Edgar in a sweaty fist, almost the very first thing to appear in my mailbox was a letter from Tony Hillerman, requesting a short story for the collection he was editing, The Mysterious West (now included…
So I was on the phone yesterday with Shannon Parks, whom you know as Marguerite Gavin, the narrator of my audio books. She always calls when she’s proofing the audio of the most recent book. Which would be She told me that when she came upstairs from her studio after she finished recording the book,…
High up in the bough of a tree a bird, smaller than all the rest, trills out three pure, clear notes on a descending scale. The woman raises her face into the last rays of the setting sun, and she smiles.—-The Singing of the Dead You know the bird that sings every time Emaa wants…
