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Monday, 5 June 2017

Icarus by David Hulegaard

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Icarus
by David Hulegaard

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GENRE: Sci-fi noir
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BLURB:

It’s the winter of 1947 in Ashley Falls, West Virginia, and a teenage girl has gone missing. Local private detective Miller Brinkman takes the case, quickly uncovering a string of bizarre clues. A hidden diary, cryptic riddles, and buried secrets all pique Miller’s interest, but one key detail gives him pause: the girl’s parents haven’t reported her disappearance to the authorities.

As the case deepens, Miller’s investigation begins to poke holes in the idyllic picture of his beloved hometown. No longer certain whether anyone in his community can be trusted, Miller dives headfirst into a desperate search for the truth that extends far beyond the borders of Ashley Falls. He soon discovers that his missing persons case is not an isolated incident, but part of an otherworldly mystery—one that, if confronted, may threaten the very future of humanity.

My review :-

Well developed and well realised plot with realistic and strong characters and a thrilling prose. I loved it and would recommend it to everyone. The book was addictive and perfect for fans of thriller and historical fiction.

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EXCERPT :

I’ve been asked many times why I got into the private eye business. In a town as small as Ashley Falls, it didn’t always lead to the most riveting work. My clientele was limited to folks who had what the sheriff considered “petty complaints” and “baseless accusations,” which suited me just fine. I took great pride in being able to either substantiate those claims or dismiss them and put the client’s mind at ease.

A jealous wife once called upon my services to put her husband under surveillance. She’d convinced herself that the good preacher had “interests” outside their home that were unrelated to scripture. I followed him around for a week, and discovered her suspicions were justified… sort of.

Turned out it wasn’t an hourglass figure he had a weakness for, but a wine glass. Even after the repeal of Prohibition, his wife didn’t allow a single drop of alcohol in the house, and the preacher couldn’t seem to exorcise his desire to indulge in the forbidden. That’s about as exciting as things got back in those days.

I had a real knack for detective work, and I could’ve made one hell of a deputy. So, why didn’t I follow that path? Truth is, I began my career in traditional law enforcement. Unfortunately, a sheriff-sized roadblock stood in my way.

Excerpt Three:

Wind swept through the area, chilling me to the bone. My teeth chattered as I sniffed back the snot dripping from my nostrils. I walked a lap around the hill but found nothing.

I sat down to think. Another gust of wind whipped through the area, snapping off frail branches from the trees. I quietly observed the magnitude of Mother Nature’s power until an unusual shimmer from the underbrush caught my attention.

My heart picking up pace, I climbed down the hill on rubbery legs. The thick, untamed blackberry vines ran rampant, stretching over five feet long in some areas. Thistles clung to my body like tiny barbs, feasting on layers of exposed flesh.

I waded through the blackberries toward the gleaming object, pushing everything aside with a series of breaststroke motions. The cold air intensified the stinging pain from the fresh cuts, but I ground my teeth and soldiered through it.

Amidst the overabundance of multilegged insects and cigarettes smoked down to the filter, I’d hit pay dirt: the stolen knife from my kitchen, along with my identification, just as Coleman had indicated. I’d found my needle in the haystack. I was a little worse for wear, but I felt like the luckiest man alive.

“Tell ya what, son,” Coleman growled as he pressed the barrel of his pistol behind my ear. “Why don’t ya leave that right there. My boys will be back for it in the mornin’.”

Turned out the luckiest man alive was somewhere far away from Ashley Falls.

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About the Author :
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David K. Hulegaard is an American author and paranormal investigator. His Noble trilogy has garnered comparisons to the works of Philip K. Dick and Stephen King. In 2016, he collaborated with best-selling author Tony Healey on the novel Planet of Ice.

David previously worked at BioWare, a premiere video game development studio known for creating the popular Mass Effect and Dragon Age franchises. He now lives in the Victorian seaport town of Port Townsend, Washington with his wife Jennie, and their banana-obsessed Welsh Terrier Tobi. In his spare time, he enjoys video games, professional wrestling, and photography.

Links:

The Official Website of David K. Hulegaard: http://davidhulegaard.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/hulegaardbooks
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/davidkhulegaard/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4464396.David_K_Hulegaard
Amazon Page for Icarus: https://www.amazon.com/Icarus-Noble-Trilogy-Book-1-ebook/dp/B01MTZZVZA/

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6 comments:

  1. Congrats on the tour and thanks for the chance to win :)

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    1. Thanks, Lisa! I appreciate you stopping by to check it out.

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  2. Thank you so much for hosting my book and for the great review!

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  3. Thanks for sharing your review :)

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  4. I really enjoyed reading the entire post, thank you!

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