Award-winner William Deverell proves that when you mess with a psychiatrist’s mind, anything can happen Psychiatrist Dr. Tim Dare’s life is falling apart: his wife has just left him, he’s being hauled before a disciplinary committee, and now someone’s threatening to kill him In his gripping new...
An irresistible story of justice heading off the rails. Arthur Beauchamp, the scholarly, self-doubting legend of the B.C. criminal bar (and one of Deverell’s most amiable — and crafty — protagonists), is enjoying his retirement as a hobbyist farmer on B.C.’s Garibaldi Island when he is dragged b...
William Deverell’s 11th novel is an adventure thriller layered with startling twists. All that Maggie Schneider, a romance writer from wintry Saskatoon, wants is a glorious holiday in the tropics and maybe a little real romance to reawaken her creative juices. What she gets instead, soon after sh...
He covered the two pages with his arm as the postmaster passed him a box. “Here’s some books you must’ve ordered, and this here’s an open letter from the Liberal candidate, most of the rest is bills and flyers and stuff. Be careful of this one, says you’re eligible to win a million dollars, could...
PATRICIA BLUEMAN QYou are a retired minister? AI was an Anglican bishop. QAnd how old are you? ASeventy-nine. QWhere do you live? THE COURT:Please sit down if you’d be more comfortable, Dr. Hawthorne. This is only a preliminary hearing, quite informal. (Witness sits.) AAt 137 Palmer Avenue in Wes...
Some hurried notes, too pooped to write much. Still scared but more hopeful. Making better progress after a couple of our guys unburied the truck from where it was hidden in piled snow, plus supporters lent us other vehicles, one a big farm truck with fifty men and women packed in the back. One e...
One of Hubbell’s reminiscences had stirred a memory of my own, long buried, and I couldn’t stop playing with it. “Remember back during law school?” he’d said. “It was your birthday. I took the one that looked like Grace Kelly with tits.” My memory jogged, I saw myself as in an old, shadowy movie,...