An overland journey into the soul.

An overland journey into the soul, or at least I believe that was Harris’ ambition. But I wish she had spent more time talking about borders and their differences in kind and effect. There are literal borders, like rivers and mountain ranges that establish separation not just of people but of ecosystems and even weather…

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As she advanced she crepitated.

Michael Gilbert’s Death Has Deep Roots has more hats than heads to wear them. It’s a courtroom drama with the accused as the least part of the story. It’s a locked room mystery with an entire hotel featuring in the murder instead of a single room. It’s a PI novel without the PI. It’s an historical novel…

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The bartender.

She gave the bar a last swipe and stood back, admiring it’s gleam.  The tables in the booth and on the floor were spotless, the ketchup and mustard and A-1 bottles full, the salt and pepper shakers topped off.  She had enough clean cutlery and dishes to feed an army. It had been a rocky…

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The shaman.

“I didn’t know you were there, sifu.” “Yeah, well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know.”  His voice was a little slurred, which meant he’d been drinking.  Although she wasn’t sure he was ever entirely sober, and he had to drink a lot before it affected him in speech or gait.  He claimed to…

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Perspicaciously able, perennially broke, persistently in love…

A wrong-side-of-the-blanket cousin of Queen Elizabeth I, perspicaciously able, perennially broke, persistently in love with the married Lady Elizabeth Widdrington, Sir Robert is fresh off saving James the VI/I’s life from a double assassination attempt. With the whole-hearted if covert backing of Sir Robert Cecil he is now tasked by James to catch and kill…

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