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Grim Nora and the Secret of the Skull
by A.M. Albaugh
Genre: YA Fantasy
278 pages
When Nora Youngblood’s father dies on her sixteenth birthday, it’s the
end of everything she ever knew. But a new journey begins with a
skull-shaped pocket watch – the last gift from her father, a
professor of archaeology. Where did this mysterious trinket come
from, and why would a warlock named Kabos now be hunting her for
it?
Nora, now an orphan, finds protection under a wizard named Malachi, his
handsome apprentice, Aidan, and a brother she never knew she had. As
she learns the truth about her family’s mysterious past, Nora seeks
to uncover the secret of the skull, which leads to both a powerful
and dangerous weapon. With the fate of the skull in her hands, she’s
lured into the hidden world of Dubhgail to combat the treacherous
Kabos – who has kidnapped her brother. Can she sacrifice herself to
save her brother and her friends?
In this fantasy novel, a teenage girl discovers her magical heritage and
soon finds herself facing the might of an evil warlock in another
world.
A. M. Albaugh is an award-winning poet and photographer. She studied
anthropology and communications with an emphasis in film and
television at University of Wisconsin-Madison. Favorite authors
include Hermann Hesse, Dostoyevsky, J.R.R. Tolkien, Marion Zimmer
Bradley, Lao Tzu, Kurt Vonnegut, Knut Hamsun, and Kahlil Gibran. She
also enjoys writing code.

Grim Nora and the Secret of the Skull Excerpt:

When Nora awoke, she was lying on a large crimson bed with gold sheets. She gazed around at the spacious dark room, lit by many white candles. Walls of black granite surrounded her. Her only way out was a black iron door with no handle. She got up and pounded on it with her fists.

“Let me out!” she yelled. “Do you hear me? I know you’re out there!”

But Nora could only hear silence. She tried pounding on the door again, but once more nothing happened. She sat down on the bed in defeat. Shortly thereafter, a loud clanging sound came from behind the door, and it swung open. Nora stood as Kabos walked briskly toward her, followed by three soldiers. He wore black and gold robes, and came to a stop a few feet away from her with his arms behind his back.

“Welcome to my home, Nora,” Kabos said. “I am honored that you came all this way. But I am rather disappointed that you did not come alone. Had I known more were coming, I would have been more properly prepared for their stay.”

“Where is my brother?” she asked.

“He is still alive,” he answered. “You made the right choice.”

“You tricked me,” she accused.

“I am not responsible,” he sneered. “However, Orhan does not kill indiscriminately.”

Tears came to Nora’s eyes as the image of Lena holding her father’s lifeless body flashed in her mind.

“I see you are still in denial about what you have become,” he said, eyeing her. “Do not try to hide it, Nora. Do not waste tears on people who do not deserve them.”

She looked at him, ashamed. “It’s my fault,” she said softly.

“Do not tie the noose so stiff around the neck,” Kabos said. “Let go of blame. Let go of sorrow… Let go of fear. I can show you how…”

He walked toward her, but she backed away from him in disgust.

“Do you think your brother will accept you now?” Kabos asked angrily. “He was clearly envious that you possessed your mother’s talents, and he did not. But now, well… You are no longer the same little sister he can protect.”

“No,” Nora said, shaking her head. “I will never believe your lies.”

“Then know this,” he hissed. “Your father gave you the skull because he wanted you to become the Morrigan.”

“Liar!” she said angrily.

“Am I?” he said and smirked. “He told me so before he died. He said, and I quote, ‘She will be a warrior queen feared and loved by all’. It is tragic how you cling to your pathetic brother. You think he is all that you have left. But you have no idea what you are, do you? You are all alone, Nora. No one to love, or be loved in return… You have already caused irreversible harm. They will never come for you now.”

“I may not know what tomorrow holds, but I know what you are,” she said quietly. “You’re an abomination!”

Kabos gazed at her in silence. Then his eyes turned red and his many sharp teeth protruded from his mouth. She stepped back in terror. He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room and down the hallway. They descended down many stairs. He pushed her into a dark round chamber with large mirrors. He stopped in front of one of the mirrors. He held her close to it.

“Look!” he commanded.

Nora looked into the mirror. Her reflection faded, and she began to see a monster form in the darkness. It looked like a giant red bull with claws and large, razor sharp teeth. The monster took notice of her, and began to run at her. She screamed and tried to step away from the mirror, but Kabos held onto her. As the monster appeared to jump at her, she cried out again and closed her eyes. Kabos let go of her, and she fell backwards. Opening her eyes, she noticed that the monster had not jumped out of the mirror. He appeared taken aback by something, as though he had been electrocuted.

The monster paced back and forth. A soldier brought in a prisoner. The prisoner was in tattered rags and chains. He fell to his knees and pleaded with Kabos. Kabos ignored him, and pointed. The soldier tossed the prisoner at the mirror, and Nora watched in horror as he was sucked inside. He tripped and fell. After he got up, he looked around anxiously. Then he shrieked in terror as the monster approached him. The monster tore him apart and ate him. Nora closed her eyes in horror. The soldier grabbed her and made her stand.

“Each of these mirrors are holding cells in the void,” Kabos explained to her. “Some of them hold monsters, and some of them hold prisoners. Some hold monsters and prisoners, which can be highly entertaining at times.”

The soldier pushed her, and she was forced to follow Kabos as he pointed out a mirror. She saw that there was a crowd of naked people covered in feces and urine. There was no room and they were unable to move. They were bone thin. Tears came to her eyes. Kabos turned to her.

“Wait, there’s more,” Kabos said enthusiastically.

They came to a stop in front of another mirror. At first, Nora did not see anything. Then she covered her mouth in horror. She saw her brother lying on the ground. His clothes were tattered. He had scars and bruises. There were bones scattered around him. She noticed his hands were shaking.

“Raynor!” she shouted, but Raynor did not lift his head.


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The Swedish Girl

by Alex Gray

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Synopsis:

The Swedish Girl by Alex Gray

Another gripping Lorimer novel from Alex Gray, evoking Glasgow like no other writer can

When Kirsty Wilson lands a room in a luxury Glasgow flat owned by Swedish fellow student Eva Magnusson she can’t believe her luck. But Kirsty’s delight turns to terror when she finds the beautiful Swedish girl lying dead in their home and their male flatmate accused of her murder. Kirsty refuses to accept that he is guilty and, inspired by family friend Detective Superintendent Lorimer, sets out to clear his name.

Meanwhile, Lorimer calls on trusted psychologist Solly Brightman to help unravel the truth behind the enigmatic Eva’s life and death. But it is not long until another woman, bearing a marked resemblance to Eva, is brutally murdered. Horrified, Lorimer realises that Kirsty could be right. Is it possible that Glasgow’s finest detective has put the wrong man behind bars? And is there a cold-blooded killer out there orchestrating the death of the next innocent victim?

Book Details:

Genre: Mystery
Published by: Witness Impulse
Publication Date: January 9th 2018
Number of Pages: 368
ISBN: 9780062659255
Series: A DCI Lorimer Novel, #10 (Stand Alone)
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From Chapter 9

December

Kirsty turned the key in the door and closed it behind her with a sigh. The hall was in darkness and there
was no sound coming from the living room. Her shoulders moved up and down in a shrug of resignation; she was alone in the flat again. Then she remembered. Wasn’t there some party that Eva had mentioned? They’d all be there, wouldn’t they? Pulling off her thin raincoat and hanging it on the old-fashioned wooden coat stand, Kirsty sauntered into the bedroom next to the front door, unbuttoning her jacket. It was fair handy having this big room to herself, especially when she was working late shift at the hotel. Nobody would be disturbed by her comings and goings. She took off her shoes and tossed her jacket, bag and mobile phone onto the bed. Oh, it was good to be home. A wee cup of hot chocolate and some of her own gingerbread would go down well, she thought, already imagining her teeth sinking into a thick slab of treacly cake.

She stopped for a moment, listening. There was a swish then a click as the front door opened and closed again. Then, nothing.

‘Colin? Is that you back already?’ Kirsty wandered out into the hall, her bare feet sinking into the pile of the hall carpet, still thick and soft despite all their winter boots tramping back and forth. Eva’s father had spared no expense in doing up this flat for his daughter and Kirsty Wilson was grateful for those small luxuries that were absent from most of her friends’ student flats.

Frowning slightly, Kirsty padded down the unlit corridor, one hand out ready to flick on the light switch as she reached the kitchen. But something made her turn left into the living room instead, just to see if anyone was at home after all.

At first she imagined the girl had fallen asleep, sprawled out in front of the television.

‘Eva?’

Kirsty moved forward and bent down, expecting the girl to sit up and yawn. One hand reached out to touch the back of her head but then she drew back as though guided by some inner instinct.

She stood up again and stepped around the recumbent figure, unaware that she was holding her breath.

Then, as Kirsty saw the expression in the dead girl’s eyes, the thin wail escaping from her open mouth turned into a scream of terror.

* * *

Detective Superintendent Lorimer crouched over the body, aware of the sounds of voices coming from the hall. The dead girl was lying on her back, one arm flung out, the fist curled tightly in the moment of death. Her head was bent to one side, blond hair partly obscuring her features, but Lorimer could see enough to make him wonder about the cause of death.

‘Manual strangulation?’ he asked, glancing up at the consultant pathologist who was kneeling on the other side of the girl’s body. The on-duty pathologist tonight was his friend, Dr Rosie Fergusson. He glanced at her with his usual admiration for her calm efficiency, knowing how different she could be at home as a doting mother and as the wife of Professor Brightman, an eminent psychologist and sometime criminal profiler who had worked with Lorimer in the past.

‘Looks like it,’ Rosie murmured, her gloved hands smoothing the hair from the victim’s face, letting Lorimer see for the first time what Kirsty Wilson had found earlier that night.

Eva Magnusson still had that ethereal quality in death that had captivated those who had gazed upon her: Lorimer saw the perfect oval face with flawless skin and bow-shaped lips that were slightly parted as though she had been taken by surprise. He watched as Rosie reached out to close the dead girl’s eyelids, seeing for the final time those pale blue Scandinavian eyes staring out at a world that had proved less than kind.

***

Excerpt from Swedish Girl by Alex Gray. Copyright © 2018 by Alex Gray. Reprinted by permission of Witness Impulse, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. All rights reserved.

Author Bio:

Alex Gray

Alex Gray was born and educated in Glasgow. After studying English and Philosophy at the University of Strathclyde, she worked as a visiting officer for the Department of Health, a time she looks upon as postgraduate education since it proved a rich source of character studies. She then trained as a secondary school teacher of English. Alex began writing professionally in 1993 and had immediate success with short stories, articles, and commissions for BBC radio programs. She has been awarded the Scottish Association of Writers’ Constable and Pitlochry trophies for her crime writing. A regular on the Scottish bestseller lists, she is the author of thirteen DCI Lorimer novels. She is the co-founder of the international Scottish crime writing festival, Bloody Scotland, which had its inaugural year in 2012.

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Escape Claws
A Cat Lady Mystery
by Linda Reilly
Genre: Cozy Mystery
204 pages
Here, killer, killer, killer . . .
For the first time in sixteen years, Lara Caphart has returned to her
hometown of Whisker Jog, New Hampshire. She wants to reconnect with
her estranged Aunt Fran, who’s having some difficulty looking after
herself—and her eleven cats. Taking care of a clowder of kitties is
easy, but keeping Fran from being harassed by local bully Theo Barnes
is hard. The wealthy builder has his sights set on Fran’s property,
and is determined to make her an offer she doesn’t dare refuse.
Then Lara spots a blue-eyed ragdoll cat that she swears is the
reincarnation of her beloved Blue, her childhood pet. Pursuing the
feline to the edge of Fran’s yard, she stumbles upon the body of
Theo Barnes, clearly a victim of foul play. To get her and Fran off
the suspect list, Lara finds herself following the cat’s clues in
search of a killer. Is Blue’s ghost really trying to help her solve
a murder, or has Lara inhaled too much catnip?
Armed with a degree in Criminal Justice, Linda Reilly once contemplated a
career in law enforcement. But life took a twist, and instead she
found her niche in real estate closings and title examinations, where
the dusty tomes in the Registry of Deeds enticed her into solving
mysteries of a different sort. A dyed-in-the-wool New Englander,
Linda lives in New Hampshire with her husband, who affectionately
calls her “Nose-in-a-Book.” A member of Sisters in Crime
and Mystery Writers of America, she loves solving mysteries of the
cozy type. When she’s not pounding away at her keyboard, she can
usually be found prowling the shelves of a local bookstore or
library.

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