Definitely a page turner! Poe's "Ligeia" is one of the earliest and best serial killer stories. I could definitely see a connection when I was reading this novel, but I doubt that it was intentional. As others have said, at times it is difficult to figure out what is going on if you have not rea...
If ever there was a book that 'does what it says on the tin', it's THE CREEPER. Everygirl Suzanne Perry wakes after a nightmare where an intruder came into her room while she slept, only to find a photograph of herself on the edge of the bed. Meanwhile, Colchester's finest are at the docks where ...
An odd book: the opening chapter is very strong but it gets weaker and weaker. Although set in an English it read like an American thriller/mystery, so there was an odd cultural dissonance, and there are a huge number of police officers who all get their own POV so it's hard to develop a sense of...
These books are just downright scary. They remind me of when I first started reading the author Jeffrey Deaver, and how horrifyingly realistic some of his murder plots were. The fact that they were so random terrified me, and while these murders were not so random its so crazy and gruesome I co...
Tania Carver’s novel Cage of Bones is the third in a series featuring Inspector Phillip Brennan. The story is crafted so that you need not have read the first two in order to dig right in. The story begins with a grisly discovery. Workers find a cage full of bones and a young, feral child locked ...
Focused on that and nothing else. The world, and everything in it, was beyond her cigarette. Watching it burn was all that mattered to her. It was her world. She sighed. Knew there was something beyond the cigarette. Just didn’t want to look. There ...
Closed her eyes and kept walking.The club had been good, she had to admit. Itchy Feet night at Lab 11. Just one room with bare brick walls and a bar, kind of damp-smelling, but it played good music for a club night. Not the usual stuff all the other places played. Fifties music, swing. Retro. Jus...
‘Simon, that this isn’t the kind of place I expected you to bring me.’ Imani smiled. ‘Or any copper, for that matter.’ Matthews looked slightly uncomfortable, mumbled something about clichés. Imani looked round once more. The Daisy Cup Flower Café on St Isaac’s Walk in Colchester seemed to have a...
He put his car keys on the kitchen table, his bag down by the side. They hadn’t been there that long and already he was establishing patterns of behaviour, getting used to the new routine. He had read somewhere that human beings were predisposed to find routine in everything. He remembered an old...
The room, like the reception foyer, was covered with photos of developments. Amongst these were framed certificates, citations and awards. Statuettes sat on a shelf over the filing cabinets, in front of photos of Balchunas shaking hands with politicians and celebrities. He looked the same in ever...