This book has it all. Alaskan history and a who-done-it. If you have not read Stabenow's earlier Kate Shugak novels, no worries. While there may be references to past events, the knowledge of those events is not necessary for you to understand what is happening in this novel. This book blends...
As mysteries go, this one is a bit odd. For instance, the mystery from Ms Stabenow's last book is only solved at the end of this one. Also, the murder that would normally be the biggest puzzle of this book is given less importance than some other crimes in the Park.However, I read Stabenow for th...
Un excellent 17ème tome des aventures de Kate Shugak. Le développement de la mine d'or se poursuit, toujours à la phase d'exploration mais se précisant de plus en plus clairement.Un arrière plan complexe pour une intrigue à multiples entrées: Exploitation des ressources à profit commercial, prote...
Set in a National Park in Alaska, this series captures the isolation and at the same time, the sense of community in this place, where towns are damp, potlatches are held to remember the deceased, and moose marrow broth is the base ingredient in French onion soup.Kate Shugak, the central characte...
I rather enjoyed this, even though I've seen a lot of people say they were disappointed by it. As crime fiction goes, the mystery in here isn't particularly complex and the investigation doesn't take a lot of doing. But this book is as much about the community, the way of life and the people Kate...
Once, Kate Shugak was the star investigator of the Anchorage D.A.'s office. Now she's gone back to her Aleut roots in the far Alaska north - where her talent for detection makes her the toughest crime-tracker in that stark and mysterious land...
I'm in the midst of reading this, the 10th (I believe) book in a series of Kate Shugak stories. After getting my kindle (the BEST gift David has ever given me), I've spent some time rediscovering books/authors I've read earlier in my life. I've read a few of the Kate Shugak books before, but ha...
A Grave Denied"A Grave Denied" is not quite as light-hearted as "Breakup" was (duh! It has the word Grave in the title) but it is more upbeat than any book from "Hunter's Moon" onwards.Kate is no longer lost. She is coming back to herself and coming home. Of course, this being a Kate Shugak book,...
Summer in Alaska is synonymous with salmon. And Kate Shugak is up to her ears in chinooks and chicanery as she takes on commercial fishing. While deckhandling on the Freya, she hauls in salmon, halibut--and the dead body of the most disliked fisherman around. In fact, his death sends the town int...
The Kate Shugak mysteries are particular favorites of mine. The unique (to me, at least) settings of Alaska; the interesting cast of characters and Kate herself.Kate is small, dilignet, skilled and feels it is her duty to protect the way of life in "The Park"--the federal wildlife preseve on whi...
This is the 4th, and presumably final, book in the Liam Campbell series, following Nothing Gold Can Stay. The story begins approximately 1 month following the close of the previous novel.Everyone but Prince is suffering from some form of PTSD following the shoot-out that culminated the 3rd novel....
Though her "prefab world" business is booming, Star Svendotter decides she needs to make a change, so she accepts a commission to explore Mars. But she gets more than she barbains for, including marauding space pirates and a mysterious obelisk that might explain why all previous missions to the r...
Fire and Ice, the first Liam Campbell mystery, was named by Library Journal as Best Mystery of 1998. Now Campbell is back to uncover the icy heart of a deadly family secret....
April in Alaska is the period of spring thaw, what the locals call breakup. For Kate, this year's meltdown brings nothing but mayhem. First, the snow uncovers a dead body near Kate's home. Then a woman is killed in a suspicious bear attack. Kate is drawn further into the destruction of breakup --...
On her homestead in the middle of twenty million acres of national Park, Aleut P.I. Kate Shugak is caught up in spring cleaning, unaware that just miles away a man's sanity is breaking. When the sound of gunfire finally dies away, nine of his neighbors lie dead in the snow. But did he kill all ni...
Formerly the star investigator in the Anchorage D.A's office, Kate Shugak now tracks down criminals from her Aleut homestead. But she and her wolf-dog Mutt are taking a June break to pick wild morel mushrooms among the charred trees left by a devastating forest fire. In the ashes Kate also uncove...
The whole series is a delight! Her writing style transports you straight to late Elizabethan England, or, more precisely the wild, wild North of 16th century England. Her characters are lovable and most and best of all depicted as being very human, unashamedly displaying an array of emotions (war...
Like DeCreft's, Wy's house was on the river bluff. The road in was, again, almost but not quite lost in a tangle of brush and trees. When he had bumped his way to the end of it, he found a surprisingly neat clapboard cottage painted white, with a detached garage and shop, also painted white. Both...
The bat rose and fell, rose and fell. The ice began to take on personality, to become an animate force, malevolent, vindictive, relentless, maniacal, homicidal. No matter how hard or how often the bat fell, the ice reappeared inexorably, inevitably behind it, enfolding the Avilda in a cold embrac...
Standing at the top of the steps, she paused, looking down the length of the runway. Mutt trotted around the corner of the house and stood, looking up, tail curled in a question mark. Across the runway from the house stood a cleared and filled section of land that supporte...
She was there because she’d run out of whiskey, and not because she’d been serving it to guests. Her drinking was no longer a problem. Sergeant Jim Chopin of the Alaska State Troopers wouldn’t have minded so much except that on her way out of the liquor store’s parking lot...
“Breakup.” Affection for the season was lacking in the tone of her voice. Ah yes, breakup, that halcyon season including but not necessarily limited to March and April, when all of Alaska melts into a 586,412-square-mile pile of slush. The temperatu...
"Kate, it's just--Kate, it's just plain silly to think that the two deaths were related, or that they had anything to do with association or corporation business." "Is it?" Kate said, outwardly bland, inwardly begging to be convinced. "Sarah died of botulism, for God's sak...
"The gravel's all churned up from my search party. It's been dry lately, so as long as you didn't wade in the creek you weren't going to track a lot of mud around." "Let's look at his feet." "Okay." They squatted, looking at the bottoms of Hendrik's shoes--thick-soled hiking boots, so new the spa...
She put on two pairs of socks and a pair of short leather hiking boots, picked up the plastic five-gallon jerry can and headed for the door. At the last moment, she paused next to the counter and picked up the paring knife, a three-inch blade on the three-and-a-half-inch black plastic handle. Mar...
Some of them had begun as fish camps, where the Natives went every summer to catch their year’s supply of salmon, either to eat or to sell it for money to buy fuel.Other villages got their start as remote canneries back in the day, when Bristol Bay salmon went into a can instead of being flash fr...
Also the flattest. “And the most boring,” Grady said, hunched over the viewport. “And the safest,” I said, trying to peer over his shoulder. “Well, it’s no place like home.” “Not yet,” I said. “Give us time.” There wasn't much of that going around, and we both knew it. “Look at that darker patch ...
Softly asphalted paths wound through mature elm and maple trees, around a pristine blue lake whose banks were lined with white quarry stones. Speeders Park was nothing if not scenic. It wasn’t officially named “Speeders Park.” It was called that, rather than the name of some long-dead city father...
Kate said.“Want to show you something,” he said.She was silent until she realized they were coming up on the homestead. She smiled. “The scenic route home?”“Partly,” he said. They lost altitude until the tops of the remaining trees looked close enough to clean the gear. She saw the ridgeline of t...
They were named, in order, Matthew, Mark, Luke and Peter, because their mother refused to burden a child with the homonym for toilet, upon which her loud, rowdy and profane brother had just congratulated her. Her husband, a faithful Presbyterian who disliked his brother-in-law anyway, remonstrate...
“Breakup.” Affection for the season was lacking in the tone of her voice. Ah yes, breakup, that halcyon season including but not necessarily limited to March and April, when all of Alaska melts into a 586,412-square-mile pile of slush. The temperatu...