Tag: the Kate Shugak series

Let her get on the next plane out of here.  Let her get off in Anchorage, or, better yet, Seattle, or best of all, Etadunna, Australia.

From Midnight Come Again, the tenth Kate Shugak novel: Jim distinctly remembered “forklift operator” printed in the job title slot of the form he had filled out in Anchorage, and he did operate the battered old propane-powered forklift from time to time.  When he could be spared from loading and unloading the Piper Super Cub,…

Read more Let her get on the next plane out of here.  Let her get off in Anchorage, or, better yet, Seattle, or best of all, Etadunna, Australia.

He believed that secret operatives working on behalf of the U.N. had put directions in invisible ink on the backs of all government highway signs, readable only by U.N. troops wearing special government-issue goggles.

Excerpt from Hunter’s Moon, the ninth Kate Shugak novel: The nearest neighbor to the gold mine was a man named Crazy Emmett who lived in a cabin on a tiny lake five miles away. Crazy Emmett, an ex-history teacher from West High School in Anchorage, had retired at his earliest possible date of eligibility and…

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“You kind of wonder how they held their heads up under all that weight.”

From Play With Fire, the fifth Kate Shugak novel: The mammoth’s tusks spiraled up from the display, graceful in spite of their mass, nearly full curls of fossil ivory.  “You kind of wonder how they held their heads up under all that weight.” “Make you feel kind of insignificant, don’t they?” Kate said.  “That something…

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She wondered why she had never noticed before how so many ballads were written on horseback.

From Dead in the Water, the third Kate Shugak novel: She wondered why she had never noticed before how so many ballads were written on horseback. The bat was coming down steadily now, in its own asymmetrical rhythm, batting out a tattoo of endurance, a measure of survival. When she got home, if she got…

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