All posts tagged: Fiction

Book Review: The Whisperer

DETAILS Title: THE WHISPERER Author: Donato Carrisi Publisher: Mulholland Books ISBN: 9780316207225 Genre: Mystery BACK COVER BLURB Six severed arms are discovered, arranged in a mysterious circle and buried in a clearing in the woods. Five of them appear to belong to missing girls between the ages of eight and eighteen. The sixth is yet to be identified. Worse still, the girls’ bodies, alive or dead, are nowhere to be found. Lead investigators Mila Vasquez, a celebrated profiler, and Goran Gavila, an eerily prescient criminologist, dive into the case. They’re confident they’ve got the right suspect in their sights until they discover no link between him and any of the kidnappings except the first. The evidence in the case of the second missing child points in a vastly different direction, creating more questions than it answers. WHAT I THOUGHT THE WHISPERER is classified as a mystery, but the only mystery here is why I bothered to read it to the end. Un-necessarily graphic and for all the wrong reasons, Carrisi, the author—who, by the way, …

Hel’s Revenge

AS DAWN BROKE, the first few fingers of light pierced the dark. Clouds ran to cover the moon. A woman dressed in white huddled against the chill of night, a chill that seeped into her very marrow. Pulling the heavy cloak about her did little to ward off the cold. Arms pulled tightly about her she bowed her head and wept. Wept till deep-racking sobs finally over took her and her slender body shook. The quiet stillness of night slowly passing into day, oblivious of such grief. The Carthagian Prefect, Rhé Elissa-Dido, lost in sorrow, was unaware that someone stood behind her concealed in dark shadows by a cluster of shrubs. Someone, who, up until that moment, had been unaware of her presence, someone who, like her, had come to a quiet place to be alone to reflect through a night of solitude. But instead, had inadvertently shared a night of soul-searching. Fleet Captain Hel Jarvik moved out of her concealment, drawn to the emotion of the woman sobbing. The terrible sound of a heart …

Book Review: A MAN CALLED OVE

DETAILS Title: A MAN CALLED OVE Author: Fredrik Backman Publisher: Sceptre Books ISBN: 9781444775815 Genre: Contemporary Fiction BACK COVER BLURB A grumpy yet loveable man finds his solitary world turned on its head when a boisterous young family moves in next door. Meet Ove. He’s a curmudgeon, the kind of man who points at people he dislikes as if they were burglars caught outside his bedroom window. He has staunch principles, strict routines, and a short fuse. People call him the bitter neighbour from hell, but must Ove be bitter just because he doesn’t walk around with a smile plastered to his face all the time? Behind the cranky exterior there is a story and a sadness. So when one November morning a chatty young couple with two chatty young daughters move in next door and accidentally flatten Ove’s mailbox, it is the lead-in to a comical and heartwarming tale of unkempt cats, unexpected friendship, and the ancient art of backing up a U-Haul. All of which will change one cranky old man and a local …

It’s Just An Expression

“I need an expression, dammit!” Tom barked from the spotlit corner of the room where he was writing. Teddi closed her eyes, placed a finger in the book she was reading, and shut it. Two heartbeats, she opened her eyes, “How about pi as expressed as a fraction over—” she never got to finish as Tom yelled. “No, no, no, not a maths expression…” careful to not add the word ‘idiot’ at the end of his rebuke. “I need something witty for my main character to say to his girlfriend.” His head bobbed over his keyboard as if the keys themselves would start typing. Teddi chewed the inside of her lip. She knew it had been a mistake to let Tom have his ‘office’ there, in the lounge not four feet away from her couch—her reading couch. Ever since he had ‘moved’ in, putting his small computer desk against one wall, and setting up enough standing lights to illuminate the Eiffel Tower, she’s not had a moments peace to read uninterrupted. And woe betided her …

List of Contents

I’m following in the footsteps of the very talented Margot over at, Confessions of a mystery novelist, who took up challenge by FitfulFearfulPhantasmal, to write a piece of Flash Fiction as a list of contents. My thanks to both for the inspiration. Here’s what I came up with. This is the official list of catalogued items found floating in the engine room aboard the Daedalus Space Station, by rescue workers. What has happened to missing engineer, Lt. Tony Cho. Main Engine Room: 1. Left glove of EXO suit 2. Acetylene torch and 4 mini gas canister (empty) 3. A single large feather 4. Re-breather mask (damaged) 5. Empty lead-lined class 4 container 6. Roll of fine tungsten steel cord 7. One Goddard magnetized plate 8. One Pistol-Grip spatial screwdriver 9. One ratchet trick tool 10. One ceramic cupeling container 11. Four partial teeth: human 12. One well-worn classic novel, 3 pages missing 13. One broken yellow pencil 14. Empty packet of wriggles gum Missing from Engine Room: 1. Two tungsten steel panels 4 x 4 …