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Notify me of new posts via email. Skip to content. May 4, February 17, C. Bonsoir les lecteurs! Happy Thursday! Share this: Twitter Facebook. Like this: Like Loading Published by C. Previous post No rules please. An engine rumbled behind her. Definitely not a new-model car. Sheglanced in her rearview mirror. A redlowrider idled behind her. The driverwore a heavy dark jacket and had ashaved head. Why were they followingher? Renee jumped on the green lightand sped through the intersection.

To go home, she needed to turn right,cross downtown, and head south. Was she ready to quit drinking? How had she let herself get into thismode again? Would the cycle ever stop? Instinctively, she drove toward theuniversity area. A quick glance in the rearviewmirror told her the lowrider was stillback there, but not directly behindher anymore. She gave a little sigh ofrelief. They were just going in the samedirection.

It happened all the time. She kept driving, not knowingwhere, not making conscious decisions. Ten minutes later she parked a halfblock from Serenity Lane, an inpatientrehab center for drugs and alcohol thatwas tucked into a quiet residential areanear the campus. The site of the buildingmade her cringe. Renee reached for thethermos and took a long slow belt ofvodka. Not yet. Renee clutched her purse andstepped from the car. Would threetimes be the charm? Would this be herlast inpatient stay?

One foot infront of the other, she forced herselfto start down the sidewalk, toward thebuilding with the glass door she knewso well. The lowrider was suddenly there,only five feet away on the street. In thetwilight she felt, as much as saw, twoguys burst from the car. Renee screamedand started to run. Her heel snappedand she stumbled. From behind, a thickhand slammed over her mouth andyanked sideways. She kicked wildly,panic driving her. She connected witha shin, and the man punched her in theneck.

She choked on her cry and hottears filled her eyes. Another pair of arms wrappedaround her torso and dragged her intothe back of the car. Had anyone witnessedit? A student bicycling to class? The car raced forward, away fromthe rehab building and student housing. Renee struggled, but the alcohol madeher weak and the man shoved her tothe floor.

Strong, thick fingers dug intoher flesh and quickly bound her handsand mouth with duct tape. A knife wassuddenly in his hand and her heartmissed a beat. She screamed into theduct tape but only made a gurglingsound. The man cut her purse strapfrom her shoulder, then rummagedthrough her pockets until he foundher cell phone. He shoved her last littlehope into his jacket pocket, then tapedher ankles together and tied a blindfoldaround her head. Oh God, what didthey want with her? A few minutes later, the carstopped, and the men dragged her fromthe floor of the backseat and shoved herinto the trunk.

They slammed down thelid and left her alone in the small darkspace, trussed like an animal on its wayto slaughter. Chapter 2Sunday, January 8, a. Wade Jackson stepped off the boat,relieved that the trip was over. Heturned back and offered his hand toKera as she climbed down after him,looking radiant. Her sun-kissed skinglowed and her bronze hair shimmeredin the bright sunlight. The sight of hermade him smile, despite the sea sicknessthat had plagued him all morning. Their snorkeling adventure had beengreat at moments, but he was glad tomove on to something else.

A flash ofguilt joined the nausea in his stomach. Kera loved every minute of their timein Maui, and he was trying to be a goodvacation partner. We should have boughtsome Dramamine. He took his share. Hungry though. A strange anticipation cameover him. He looked at the screen. Why washis daughter calling him? Some of these worldwide volags are rife with fraud involvingmoney, human trafficking and abuse. More frightening is thepotential revolving door for terrorists or criminals to enterthe U.

At the time this book was written, our government actually suspended part of the program temporarily, due to widespread fraudnot only with money but with who was actually being allowed to enter the U. Other than their jobs, how are these two powerhouse women different? What makes each one of them uniqueand vital to their stories? I created her as a way to show a bit what I had to gothrough, being the first female police officer for my department.

I figured we could relate. Eventually she proves herself and isaccepted, at least by those who count. Sydney did not have to go through the same turmoil. In each book, though, Sydney is called out to doa forensic or witness sketch. She then becomes a voice for the victim. Her sense of duty, of doing right, makes her a great victimadvocate. In other words, her job allows me to expand the canvas of the story. At least this is what I tell my husband when he catches me sleeping. That part where you have to tie up the loose threads and give it a satisfying finish. It never fails, but when I amworking on the end of a book, I have to clean something.

The rote task frees up that portion of my brain. My house is messy untilI reach the last chapter. Then suddenly I find myself gutting the pantry or drawers or cabinets. Probably hoping the answer willmagically appear? That must be difficult. But for witnesses or victimsof crimes, I usually set up shop in an interview room at whichever policedepartment or agency that has called me. I have a briefcase with all mydrawing supplies in it, so when I would get that middle-of-the-night call,I could just grab the briefcase, hop in the car, and go.

Working with the dead is easier than the living. There are no emotions,no tears, no fright mirrored in the eyes. Not that I preferred working in the Suspense Magazine. You have to actually walkthem back through the crime in order to get a good drawing. In bothseries, however, each book is about a specific case, and so they can be read in any order.

If you start at the beginning, however,you get a little of a payoff, since you get to see a little more of the character growth from the beginning to the end. I like to argue. Just ask my husband. I once had to do some legal research on a case and I found it fascinating. Either way it would mean going back to school. Poor Kate is on the back burner, but I do intend to bring her out again, since she really needs to find out why her mother took offall those years ago. Is she alive? She really does need some resolution. I kid you not. I was crouching close beside some building in a flowerbed, tryingto be very quiet, and I stepped on snails.

Many snails. I swear that I could feel the slime absorbinginto the soles of my boots. I certainly felt my boots slipping in the slime. I remember it clearly, to this day. And I remember actuallywanting to jump up from that garden bed. On a personal note, I do not recommend reacting to near-phobias while holding aloaded gun.

I do remember uttering something laced with a few swear words, then catching myself, and thinking, how stupidis this? Lucky for me there was noone around to witness this. My partner was on the other side of the building. I have since trained myself not to react to crunchysquishy things beneath my feet.

Both are equally important. Even more so with this latest series, because it is more of a thriller genre than the past, which was policeprocedural. I want readers to say that each book gets better. We are honored to have had this time to speak to author, Robin Burcell. We hope you enjoy it as much as we did. Trying to recover from a near death experience—which included being in a coma—Fever Devilinreceives a strange visitor to his Blue Mountain, Georgia home: a woman claiming to be his wife andstating that he has a son.

Assisted byhis girlfriend, the town sheriff, and an enigmatic but likeable psychiatrist, Fever starts putting togetherthe picture. He has to dig back into forgottenmemories, dredge up the past, face some horrifying truths. But can he trust anybody? Even himself? Isthe entire mystery one big con game? I was taken to a different place with this book.

I would recommend reading previous Fever novels for a more completepicture of Fever, but suspect there are more layers than even he recognizes. Reviewed by Stephen L. In this new tale, the very first days of May are upon Oslo and they are suffering froma heat wave that is more than unusual for this time of year. And, as with most locations,when the heat increases…so does the violence. Hanne is called to an abandoned shed that is literally covered with blood.

Inside, a series ofmysterious numbers decorate the walls, but there is no sign of any victim that has met with a terribleend. When the experts do their study, the blood is identified as being human, and the investigationgoes into overdrive. Slowly, Hanne finds that she has a few ideas when it comes to the odd numbers she believes a killerleft behind, but no evidence can be found to prove her theory.

Based on just this and the blood evidence—with still no body in sight—Hanne and Hakon believethey have stumbled across a serial killer as they discover that the people matching the immigrationnumbers are not only all women but have also all mysteriously disappeared. Add in a father and daughter team who has lived through intense trauma and wish to take mattersinto their own hands, and you have a tale of suspense that will keep you reading until the very end.

Well-written withaction and suspense galore, it will be interesting to see what Hanne in Oslo does next! What Grace does not bargain for is being forced to see the case in adifferent light, and make a decision that could change her life, personally and professionally, forever. This story is straight from the awesome imagination of author David DeLee and his take on GracedeHaviland is fresh and appealing. She is the kind of woman every woman wants to be. Tough, savvy,and unafraid, Grace is a strong character to follow.

His plot twistsand turns will put you on the edge and have you speed reading to keep up. Just when you think you getit…think again! Anderson followsa formula, which I am sure fansof her books will wholeheartedlyapplaud. Take a feisty police investigator,Sergeant Holly Rudd, and placeher in the middle of a mystery inthe wild setting of Barkley Sound,notorious for dangerous swells.

Throw in a beyond handsomesuspect in Finn Carver, who justhappens to be a former specialservices soldier, and you have arecipe for a thumping page-turner. Whilst diving on a justdiscoveredlocal wreck, Carverand Dr. Thom Edgefield discover asubmerged body stabbed to death. Thirty years before, Thom lost hissix-week-old baby and wife to anunsolved murder. His two-year-olddaughter was never found and henever stopped trying to unravel themystery. When he sees Holly, he isfloored by her resemblance to hisdead wife, but Holly is certain theyare not related.

Besides, she hasother problems to contend with inher investigation. She has already made themistake of sleeping with a fellowofficer before realizing he wasmarried, so she is not makinganother mistake by giving in toher wild desire for a suspect in herlatest murder case, Carver. As Hollymoves closer to untangling theweb of secrets, she finds herself indanger, not only from a murdererbut also of falling in love with aman whom she fears will onlycompromise her.

Grab yourself a coffee and asweet treat and sit yourself downwith a fulfilling read from anauthor who knows how to flavorher stories with the right mix ofsuspense and steamy romance. Cooperman is yet again entertaining readers with a tale of ghostlyinvestigations. Alison Kerby is an owner of a guesthouse. But not all her guests are aliveor even guests. She has two resident ghosts, Maxie and Paul, who mostly annoy her. Besides running a guesthouse, Alison also acts as a private investigator. Her mother has a secretand Alison has to find out what it is. But when she does, she almost wishes she was kept in the dark.

Her father comes every Tuesday to visit her mother. Her father diedfive years ago. What makes Alison angry is the fact that her father has not come to visit her or herdaughter Melissa. But her ghostly father goes missing before she can confront him and in his placeappears Laurence Laurentz, who insists he was murdered and wants Alison to find out who killedhim.

If she does, he will bring her father back. Her dead father is kidnapped? She needs to see her father again, even ifshe is mad at him for not visiting her. Can something bad happen to a ghost? Her investigation leads her to a senior citizen group calledthe New Old Thespians who put on plays. This is a great paranormal cozy. Thumbs up to Cooperman. But for students at the New YorkBallet Academy NYBA , it may just mean something else…something horrible,dark, and eerie that brings something far more hideous to its feet.

Vanessa is a girl who dances and dances well. What happened, however, was a mystery. Margaret simply disappeared andno one has seen her since. Her amazing talent brings Vanessa to the attentionof Josef, the strange choreographer with a past, and Hilda, a woman who seems to be far more intomaking the students cry than teaching. The school is going to put on a show that revolves around passion and giving up your very soulin order to make it the most beautiful dance possible. Vanessa lands the lead, and along with therole comes a handsome young man who seems lost and confused, and a practice room with wallsblackened and whispers of past dancers leaking through.

The feelings that come over Vanessa whenshe dances are obsessive and frightening. The author has done an intriguing job calling up the supernatural without relying on vampsand wolves to bring her particular myth to life. The real upside? Particularly one called Sunnyside. Who has recently fallen, broken a bone, and needs physical therapy. Anastasia checks Lucille into Sunnyside. Bad choice. Heck, we all need a career goal.

Maybe this is mine? Anyway, roommate Lyndella is also a champion crafter, and has a load of secrets hidden in her how-to-craft journal. And when she turnsup dead, mama-in-law Lucille becomes the prime suspect in her death. Leave it to Anastasia to ferret out the real story. FrozenBy Kate WattersonBoy, if this book does nothing else for you thriller fans out there, it will definitely make youwant to stay far, far away from northern Wisconsin during the cold winter months. It seems that three women have disappeared from this town during the many long winter months withouta clue. No bodies, no leads, no cars, no fingerprints, nothing—and Ellie fixates her investigation on Bryce.

Sheseems to think that the evidence is stacked against him, but as the story continues, Ellie finds that this case is notas cut and dried as she originally thought. As Ellie experiences many sleepless nights waiting to catch a break in the cases of these missing women,she struggles to find the truth, and gets to the point where Bryce is either the creepy, cold-blooded murderer or,worse, the victim of a nutcase playing a truly frightening game of cat-and-mouse.

This book is a chilling reminder that you do not want to wander around the north woods in the wintertime. And if you find yourself there? For treasure. Everybody wants it. And will doalmost anything to get it. From the mega-wealthy to the germaphobic topless bar owner toan art thief This also includes an ex-lawyer who just wants to enjoy his freedom in Baja. Atticus Fish, billionaire ex-pat, now living in Magdalena Bay, is called in to track downDigby, an archaeologist who may have discovered the famed Jesuit treasure. Digby, however,has been kidnapped by a pair of twin knuckleheads who decide to steal the treasure for themselves.

Soonto get involved in the chase for gold, silver, pearls, and a cursed crown are a wealthy real estate mogul, astrange woman who keeps her lair hermetically sealed, and a womanizing lush black marketeer. Up anddown the Baja coastline, under the sea and in the air, the adventure never stops. For Atticus, danger stalkshim every minute and only with a little know-how, and a few surprises can he survive.

This is fun book with loads of kooky characters. Vivid descriptions brought me into this land of desert,fishing, and tourist locales. This all begins a week after tomorrow, readers, so watch out. An infection…an epidemic…and actualbiting attacks begin no, not vampires. This is a small town in California that plays home to Joseph Wales, a new age guru living on his ranch calledThreadrunner. From theranch to the gracious welcome—even the accommodations seem almost too good to be true.

A novel ofboth struggle and surprise, readers will love the fact that the very cool ending sets them up for yet anotherbook forthcoming in this unforgettable series. If you arelooking for an engaging, actionpacked read for your child, thiswill do the trick. Mark Walden is the authorof the very popular H. Everyone,except Sam, who watches hissister and Mother walk outthe door with the rest of theneighborhood. He follows them,but cannot stop them and isforced to leave them and becomea fugitive from the invaders. Six months later and Samhas yet to find anyone like himwho is not enslaved by thealiens.

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He spends his days tryingto survive and avoid the dronesand alien invaders until he isstung and poisoned by a roboticdrone. It should have killed him,but somehow he survives. Ill anddisorientated, he is found by asmall, organized group of otherkids who are battling to save theEarth from the invasion.

This is the first of theseries, which Walden explainswill run alongside his H. This bookcaptured my imagination andI am looking forward to beingenslaved again. ForresterEveryone who sets foot on the Appalachian Trail AT writes a book, blog, journal, or anessay. This one adds darkness to the peacefulness of the long-distance hike. Taz Chavis, recently released from jail with a yearning for open-air freedom and a chanceto make a clean break from an alcohol and drug-addled past, starts his journey on SpringerMountain in Georgia, intent on the northbound journey culminating at Katahdin in Maine, miles away.

We are treated to not just stories of intertwining journeys of his soon-to-be trail partners—Simone Decker,a scientist with a hidden past, and Richard Nelson, intent on discovering his Native American heritage andavoiding working in the family business—but to those who help other hikers. These side stories are as much a treat to the AT reader, or hiker, as the story Forrester presents us with,that of the possibility that perhaps the deaths on the AT are no accident.

Like real life, there is always life after the journey and Forrester guides us home to the same helplessnessor loneliness that drives many out on the AT, the pervading melancholy of drab lives that persuades many totake that long walk in the first place. So things aregetting a bit on the boring side. But…good news is on the horizon. Simone, an American lady, contacts Eric, the owner of the bar whereShad works.

The woman tells him about an investor who wants to help Eric rebuild his resort hotel that wasseverely damaged in a hurricane. Being unemployed, Joseph jumps on a plane and heads to Jamaica. Shad, who knows Jamaica like the back of his hand, keeps a weathered eye on the horizon as he watchesJoseph and Janna become close, and feels a level of violence and hatred just waiting to explode.

This is one unforgettable Jamaican experience! Author Mike Resnick wrote this novel in the 90s,but it has only recently been released. Detective Paxton is a Cincinnati native, and along with his obsessionwith the Cincinnati Reds baseball team, the setting provides the atmosphere of a small city on a big river,where everyone does not know everyone, but they know someone who does. Paxton has been hired to solve what appears to be a small crime. A dog trainer with a prima donna attitudewants him to find a lost dog, but not just any dog.

Baroness is a number one Weimaraner and Westminster dogshow winner. Somehow, the dog has disappeared between Cincinnati and Arizona, where her owner awaitsher return home, and the assistant who drove the dog to the airport has died in a tragic car accident. There is plenty of action as Paxton begins the mundane investigative tasks of interviewing employees ofthe kennel, employees of the shipping company responsible for transporting the dog, and the puddle-jumperairline that flies to smaller towns in the Southwest.

But the case becomes much more serious, and dangerous,when witnesses either cannot be located or turn up dead. Paxton travels from Cincinnati to Arizona, to Mexicoand back to Cincinnati, where the trail of the lost dog leads to a web of crime involving a leading citizen of thecity. Resnick writes in a style that moves the reader along from one tense situation to another. He has createda character that has the uncanny ability to land on his feet and maneuver his way out of the most harrowingsituations.

I look forward to the next Eli Paxton mystery.

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Readers are introduced tosix individuals who are located invarious places around the globe. The only thing these human beingshave in common is that they areall suffering from a disease calledProsopagnosia. Oddly enough,when these same six people areall brought to a very secluded and more than frightening clinic located in the dark, lonelystate of Vermont, they are ableto recognize each other.

In fact,it feels as if they have known oneanother their whole lives. Now at this clinic, thisparticular illness is what theyspecialize in, so it comes as noactual surprise that this half-dozenpeople finally see, which leads tonothing but happiness and relief,even while staying in a clinic thatis an old, strange gothic houseright out of the worst serial killerbook you can possibly imagine.

It comesto light that only one withinthat gothic house knows thetrue reason behind their illnessand holds the actual answers. Talk about daunting! Beyond unusual, this is one bookthat is so original, readers will notwant to skip even one word. Many Jewish children weresent from France to Spain overthe Pyrenees Mountains to hidefrom the Nazis, and people likeLydia who worked to save thesechildren from a fate worse thandeath, were heroes. As eachfamily comes together to learn thetruth about their ancestors, a lifeis almost lost and one family endsup paying a high price.

What do you do whentwo more bodies are found? I can guarantee you go off the deep-end, especially since youburied one of the bodies. Jason Getty has just gone off the deep end. The hapless protagonist Jason Getty inadvertently commits murder in the midst of being bullied; themoment in time that changes life as he knows it. Does he call the police? No, instead he buries the body at theback of his property and worries for over a year that someone will find it.

When Getty calls a landscaping crew to redesign his yard his worries come true when the crew finds twobodies in his garden bed. With police investigating the murders, Getty knows he needs to move HIS bodybefore they find it. Problem is, the killer of the other two shows up in the middle of the night finding Getty inflagrante setting off a chain of shootings, kidnapping, and wild chases to both get away, and catch the bad guy. Well-developed characters and plot are tantamount to a good thriller; Jamie Mason gives readers thatin spades. Anability to seamlessly shift from one scenario to the other keeps the book flowing and the reader engaged.

Thetwist Mason throws into the end of the book is completely unexpected and well rounds out the story. Reviewed by Jodi Hanson Chaptersandchats. In a dystopian Chicago, the population is divided into five groups abiding by a strict code of conduct;their behavior almost genetically implanted in them. These factions allow them to live harmoniously. Beatrice is born into Abnegation the Selfless , and we meet her on her sixteenth birthday when shemust choose to stay in her faction or transfer for the rest of her life to one of the other factions: Erudite theIntelligent , Candor the Honest , Amity the Peaceful , Dauntless the Brave.

Before deciding their futurealliance, all candidates must undertake an aptitude test. In her first hours at Dauntless, she discoversthey demand new initiates survive a ruthless initiation program for a limited ten spots. They will fight for the future of all Divergents against faction leaders whose goal isanything but harmony between factions. The final in the trilogy is due for release in The English have a wayof storytelling that is lush and descriptive.

Reay has inherited and gleaned the art delivering her readers a taleof prophecy and conspiracy all wrapped up in a neat little package. Meanwhile, former neurophysicist Angus Day, imprisoned for the gruesome murder of achild, suffers from Geschwind syndrome and as a result, uncontrollably writes mysterious text and images onevery surface he can find and points to the Tormenta and the coming arrival of the Mosca. When disgraced psychiatrist Dr. I must credit Joanne Reay with the ability to keep readers engaged in this thriller.

However, there was somuch happening that for me, it was difficult to keep the characters and their affiliations straight. While I wasprobably not the best suited to review this book as I am not a fan of fantasy, I have to say that Joanne Reay haswritten a book that reads like a screenplay and would be worthy of becoming a movie.

Targets of RevengeBy Jeffrey S. Here he discoversevidence that changes everything—instead of simply assassinating the brutal Adina, he first needs to stop anew terrorist plot that could kill thousands. This sets in motion a globe-trotting adventure with such locationsas the French West Indies, Egypt, Israel, Moscow, and Mexico, often involving Sandor leaving behind a trailof corpses.

There are last-second escapes, plot twists, anddouble crosses that keep the plot moving quickly. There are all the usual elements of the genre: Sandor wisecracks with his long-suffering boss, goes intounwinnable situations but always comes out on top, and plans meticulously but then has to improvise wheneverything inevitably goes south. This works for the most part, and the light tone and rapid pace help the readersuspend disbelief. Occasionally the story flow is marred by political rants masquerading as plot development,but these lectures are kept to a minimum.

Overall, Stephens does his homework, taking the time to get nicelocal details for the wide-ranging locations and to develop interesting secondary characters. One of the reasons I enjoy some mysteries is they have a soap opera feel to them. A cast of charactersinteracting, scheming, planning On the first morning of hunting season, a woman is reported missing. A search and rescue team,including the Reverend Clare Fergusson, starts combing the woods.

Of course, the sale and conversionwill affect the local logging industry and already, firms are cutting back and selling out. Police Chief Russ Van Alstyne only wants tospend his birthday hunting, but gets caught up in the kidnapping and subsequent assault and murder. Nothingis as it seems and Russ has to piece together a very complicated set of clues. Meanwhile, the celebration andpaper signing is looming that very evening, with more in store than anybody imagined.

This story starts at five in the morning on a cold day in November and everything evolves to an explosiveconclusion with the wind down at two the next morning. Lots of well developed charactersand a plot that just keeps adding a layer of tension with each click of the clock, make this suspense novelworth reading.

Now, seven years later, Lara finds herself in Austin,Texas living in a house she inherited from her family and teaching photography at a University. The victims are all blondes, clothed in white dresses, and found with apenny clutched in their cold, dead hands. When he realizes this new crime mirrors the once-famous criminaland learns about a woman named Lara who is still alive to tell her tale, James finds himself interviewing theone person who could provide him with information he so desperately needs.

Lara needs to rememberand James needs to catch the bad guy before he kills again. Or worse, attempts to finish off the only one whoever got away. An excellent thriller, as well as a blooming romance, the author does a wonderful job of drawing readersin with the rapid pace and plot that include exciting and interesting back stories on all the victims.

This isreally a very twisted saga that readers will find unbelievably hard to put down! This fascinating story focuseson the historical fact that Irelandwas also a sanctuary for Germanwar criminals, even though it wasonly a temporary place for themto plan their further escape intoAmerica. Taking place in , ourstory brings us to Ireland wherethey are gearing up for a visit fromPresident John F.

Kennedy andMrs. Preceding thisvisit, a German national is killed ina guesthouse and Lt. Albert Ryanof the Directorate of Intelligence issent to investigate. The victim is the thirdforeigner to be murdered in thespace of only a few days, andthe Minister of Justice, CharlesHaughey, wants to end the killingsand keep it quiet, especiallyconsidering the fact all of thesekillings involve Nazis who hadbeen granted asylum.

Thenote simply states: We are comingfor you. As Lt. Ryan investigates,he discovers a group of Nazis andcollaborators who are still underthe control of Skorzeny, operatingfrom his country manor outsideDublin. Torn between doinghis job and dealing with a trulyhateful man, Lt.

Ryan experiencesthrills, chills, suspense, and anemotionally tumultuous journey inorder to bring an enemy to justice. This book is fiction, yet filledwith many truths. Although this isa bitter pill to swallow for many, theauthor has done an extraordinaryjob of telling it. Well researched andextremely intriguing—all lovers ofthe historical and suspense genreswill be absolutely blown away. It left staggering figures in its wake, 1. So with great trepidation we came to view The Impossible.

This news story—as implausible as you will think it is, as it unfolds in TheImpossible—is very true. Lucas and his mother surface and, within half an hour, find each other amidst the turbulent flow of the surge, but they have beenseparated from Henry and the other children. They believe them dead. Along the way, we experience close up the devastation of the tragedy although much has been made ofthe fact that the film is peculiarly absent of Thai victims. Whilst the movie has a few plotting issues and occasionally becomes a little too preoccupied with assuring us how deserving thisfamily was of salvation, it is still a film that does a good job of reminding us of the randomness of tragedy and good fortune; and, ofcourse, how often you must hug your loved ones.

Their looks haunted me—what were they seeing? They were watchingthe culmination of a hell of a pursuit and capture mission spanning almost ten years; a mission that wasmostly only successful thanks to a small team of CIA operatives. The quest to tell the story of Zero Dark Thirty would eventually lead Bigelow and Boal into theirown labyrinthine encounter with secretiveness and intense production challenges during their sixyears of sourcing and reporting the story for accuracy. They are tough to watch.

However, after so many false leads over the years, Maya is the only person who still firmly believes in her theory. The story follows a small group of agents through the years and peeks behind the terrorist news headlines as al-Qaeda strikes atthe US and even the team attempting to track him.

It is a dangerous and dirty game. The last quarter of the film is a unique visceral experience; taut and horrific in its authenticity, as the SEAL team breaches the binLaden compound accomplishing the historic conclusion. And it sure makes a remarkable movie. Marilena isa self-taught artist and her abilities speak for themselves; her creativity shines throughin her art. When not creating art, she listens to music and reads books—mostlyhaving to do with vampires and imaginary creatures.

Suspense Magazine is happy to bring Marilena and her talent to you. How did you get started? Marilena Kloutsou M. I always lovedthis kind of art and I used to spend many hours on the internet searching for gothic images. I had so many ideas in my mind andI decided to give it a try. Have these showsinfluenced your artwork? If so, how? I was always fascinated by imaginary creatures andvampires are my favorite!

You can see that I usually use vampires on my images, so yes, TV has influenced me in some way. Regina is my favorite character and youcan see some images of her in my gallery. Do you have quiet time in which you allow no one tobother you? How do you get started and how do you know the piece is finished to your satisfaction? Then I think of how I want the picture to be and try to find the rightstock images. The first things I look for are the model and the background. Then I add any other details I want. When the mainimage is ready, I play with colours. As you may have noticed, my favorite colour is blue and I usually play with its tones.

I wantthere to be a harmony between the colours on my image and for me an image is finished when I achieve that. My Time Runs OutM. All my characters are creations of my imagination. There is not a single day without it. To be honest I could never imagine my life withoutmusic. Also I like reading books and of course hanging out with my friends!

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It has the same title withmy work and the band is named Dreambleed. Something that inspires you? Almost like a mantra? Personally I never managed to create an image from a happy feeling. Most times I get inspired by music and artists such as Nightwish, Dreambleed, and Kamelot. Thank you, Marilena for giving us a little of your time. How did he follow that up? So what exactly does Alan have in store for us thistime?

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For their heroism,they are chosen to head up the newly formed Special CasesUnit. Now the duo tackles out-of-the-ordinary cases,anything deemed unusual or bizarre even by Hollyweirdstandards. Eerily prescient since that terrible night of the fire, Gideon has unusual insights into the crimes he investigates, a skill he andSirius must learn to trust as much as they do each other if they are to solve and survive this case.

Check out his exclusive interview below: Suspense Magazine S. Can you give us a behind-the-scenes lookinside? Alan Russell A.

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Gideonand Sirius arrive just as the canyon starts going up in flames. They go into the fire after the bad guy, and though they do comeout on the other side of the flames they are forever changed. Gideon is severely burned, and has PTSD from the fire. He hideshis condition from others, but it plays out night after night with his horribly vivid burning dreams. The only silver lining to hiscondition is that his fiery reliving of his fire walk offers his subconscious insights into the cases he is working.

When you answer these questions, how close toyourself personally do you put in the situation? That said, I still try to be true to the character. Whatwould he think? What would he do? I want to react in a way that is completely consistent with the protagonist. This week I received a nice note from a reader in England, as well as several e-mails from around the U. To contact me, a reader needs only to Google my name and they can find mywebsite www.

It also helps thatAmazon provides a link to my website as nowadays the vast majority of readers are downloading my books through Kindle. I was miserable going up in a hot air balloon, andabsolutely hated those occasions when I walked on trails where a misstep would have resulted in a huge plummet or even death. When I watched the documentary of that French aerialist walking on a wire between the erstwhile Twin Towers, I broke into asweat.

Writing this adds so much more depth to a character. Do you find it difficult to create such a complex character in the midst of such a fast-paced story? I hate books where thecharacter is one-dimensional. I want toprovide fully fleshed-out characters. My literary agent thinks it is eerie. I am always grateful when people take the timeto write to me personally, or to write reviews of my novels. As a writer you invest so much in a book. Hearing that readers weremoved by your words is wonderful. Seth is an honest-to-goodnessshaman where else but L.

I like his metaphysical observations, and he makes Gideon confront issues he would rather notaddress. Each book has the gestation period of an elephant. I would be much happierif it was the gestation period of a gerbil as there are so many books I want to write. I like to puta lot of my own traits in my protagonists such as their humor, or the way they think.

I have to get beyond my own repugnance of their actions and address the character. You have to think out the motivesof your villain just as much as you do your hero. If you shortchange that aspect of your book, the novel will likely fall flat. If awriter offers up a cardboard version of a killer that features a murderous psychopath with no motivation but killing, how couldthat possibly interest the reader? Such a portrayal seems disingenuous to me. Readers want a fully realized character not a comicbook caricature. We want to thank Alan for taking the time to talk with us. Readers, you need to make sure that Alan Russell is part ofyour reading schedule.

If you would like to know more about Alan and all his works, check out his website: www. Sometimes, writers create worlds so intriguing that someonefeels compelled to share it with the world in a different way: through film. For me, it meansthey will be reading A LOT because it seems that every book that hits the market lately becomes a film. It works out for thembecause not only are they reading more and better, they are learning to appreciate the hard work that goes into the writingof a novel.

For me, there are a very particular set of criteria that I look for when determining whether or not one of my favoritebooks has now become one of my favorite movies. The first three are the most important in my opinion, and are always adetermining factor in how I feel about a film that has been adapted from a novel.

They are…Is the storyline of the movie true to the book? Are the actors in the movie the right ones to play the characters in this book? I know that every character will not alwaysfeel one-hundred-percent right, but I need to at least feel like the screenplay writer and director actually READthe book. A day had passed, but apparently the old woman had yet to wash it away. Sheriff Eric Waters threw his weight against the sticky door of his Ford pickup and stepped into the late August heat. Baking sunlight warmed his jeans and brown camp shirt instantly, and he realized he should have cracked the windows.

The large house sat in the middle of an untended ranch. Built far into the countryside, it was an antique, two-story home with sharpgabled roofing and a chipped and peeling carnation pink exterior. Springer, New Mexico was a small town with little more than a thousand people living there, and the sheriff knew a goodmajority of them.

But this woman and this house, he knew nothing about. Avoiding the bloodstain, he walked up the three steps to the porch and knocked. He waited a minute, but no one came. The window beside the door revealed nothing, the yellowy curtains pulled tight, so he walked back down to check the otherwindows. A man, Mr. Jones, had seemingly fallen down these front stairs and struck his head on the hard dirt, bleeding out.

Notsurprisingly, Mrs. Randle had been too hysterical that day to give much detail, requiring Waters to come back the next dayto finish the mandatory questions. Particularly, to ask how the body ended up fourteen feet from the stairs. At least he knewthe old woman was home. He returned to the door, and half a minute later the lock turned. A tall older woman, just slightlyshorter than Waters himself, stood there. She had long silvery hair that fell onto her pink shawl and floral print dress. A lone car could be heard passing on the distant road behind them.

Without a word, she opened the door wider and walked back into the living room. Waters paused then followed her in. She led him past the staircase in front of the door and into the living room, a spacious area just as rundown as theexterior. There were a few antique lamps, a grand piano with stuck keys, an unmaintained Chesterfield sofa, and dozens ofBaroque mirrors. The walls were littered with them. Randle motioned for him to sit on the single-seat sofa. The heat inside the house was nearlyasphyxiating. What else do you need to know?

Her planted foot tapped a steady rhythm on the floor. Jones was over here. Just sit here a moment. Car trouble? This house was five minutes out of the waydown a vacant road from the freeway. A creak came from the staircase and Waters turned, seeing nothing. Soon, Mrs. Randle walked back with a silver tray; a single short glass of iced tea rested in the middle. He took it whenoffered and held it in both hands. The chill of the glass felt refreshing. Jones was having car trouble? Something with his radiator. Said it died right as he pulled up to the house.

Again, nothing. Jones knew each other? And sadly his last. Tentatively, he raised it to his lips, her eyes following the glass as he broughtit up. Their gaze held as he took a drink. It tasted a little funny, or was that normal? She seemed disappointed somehow.

Not that another water stain onthe coffee table would have been spotted among the others. The bathroom consisted of just a toilet and a sink—its mirror shattered. He set his iced tea near the faucet on the browningporcelain and stared at his fractured reflection. Gently, he pressed a finger against the Suspense Magazine. A piece fell into the sink. He cursed, wondering if he could fit it back in. But then something intrigued him.

He loosened another piece. He removed one more. Quite a bit of the color. Dark and dry. Waters checked to see if he had locked the door to the bathroom then stared back above the sink. Waters swallowed, slowly turning the copper knob on the door. His ears strained for anything unusual; his eyes shiftedand searched constantly. His breath felt wet from the heat as he turned the corner into the living room. The old woman was gone. But still, how had that blood gotten there?

How had the bodymoved so far? I still have a few more questions. Waters licked his lips and swallowed. He watched his multiple reflections in the mirrors around the family room. Guardedly, he headed to the kitchen. It was pastel yellow with a big wooden table in the middle of the room. And when he steppedback, he noticed similar illustrations all over. Bloodied calves and lambs. The Egyptian plague. Abraham sacrificing Isaac. The knob that held the slotfor the key, the knob that should have been on the outside, was here.

And a penny had been hammered into the opening. Waters hesitantly passed through the kitchen and toward the corridor that led to the front door. A clattering soundedfrom upstairs, and he jumped, his back to the wall.