Monthly Archives: September 2014

FICTION: Trophy by R J Cresswell

September 29, 2014
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It was snowing, and Marcus Brandt stood on the deck of a doublewide he owned. He was holding a white paper bag with translucent grease stains in one hand while knocking on the storm door with his other. “Open up. It’s cold out here.” Jodi Brandt spoke through a stud-sized crack between the front...

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Hustle by Tom Pitts – review

September 17, 2014
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Hustle by Tom Pitts – review

Great crime fiction takes you to that dark place where humanity is lost and then smacks you in the face and shows you how wrong you were for thinking that we can stop being human. Tom Pitt’s Hustle is packed with violence, drugs, sex, and bad intentions, but humanity beats at its core with...

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FICTION: Gun Coven by Patrick Cooper

September 16, 2014
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The Witch City sightseeing trolley was approaching the intersection of Essex and Washington St. when Colin Widmark started up the aisle in his Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses. He walked past the 27 people he had counted from his vantage point in the back. It was a Saturday evening so he was hoping there’d be...

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FICTION: Womanly Revenge by Carole Kuczynski

September 8, 2014
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Jerry Holt followed the path onto higher ground, his heightened senses telling him that the wolf was ahead of him, and moving fast. What he didn’t stop to think was why the she-wolf had not disappeared into the night, gliding, as she was capable of doing, into the bushes and undergrowth. He stopped when...

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Chance By Kem Nunn – review

September 3, 2014
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The page before the first page by Ken Nunn contains a definition of the word “chance,” which concludes with the sentence “Sometimes granted agency, as in Chance governs all.” “Chance” is also the name of the protagonist, one Eldon J. Chance, MD, Associate Clinical Professor, Dept. of Psychiatry at UCSF Medical School. He is...

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FICTION: Karma by Albert Tucher

September 1, 2014
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“Uh-oh,” said Mary Alice. “Hold on a sec.” Diana watched her friend’s eyes close in anticipation. Mary Alice groped for her bag beside her on the padded bench. She fumbled with the clasp, but it refused to cooperate. After a moment she gave up and grabbed her napkin. She plastered it to her face...

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