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The Red Hand: “A winning origin story for one of modern fiction’s expertly drawn detectives.” — Kirkus Reviews https://www.amazon.com/Michael-Stephen-Daigle/e/B00P5WBOQC
“The Red Hand” was named a Distinguished Favorite in the 2019 Big NYC Book Contest Named Second Place winner for mysteries in the 2019 Royal Dragonfly Book Awards Named a Notable 100 Book in the 2019 Shelf Unbound Indie Book Awards Named a Distinguished Favorite in the 2020 Independent Press Awards A Nominee in the 2020 TopShelf Book Awards Named A Gold Star Award winner in the 2020 Elite Choice Book Awards
The Frank Nagler Mysteries An Anthology https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1793859523/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i4
“A Game Called Dead” was named a Runner-Up in the Shelf Unbound 2016 Best Indie Book contest. “The Weight of Living” was awarded First Place for mysteries in the 2017 Royal Dragonfly Book Award contest; Named A Notable 100 Book, Shelf Unbound 2018 Indie Book Awards; Named a Distinguished Favorite, 2018 Independent Press Awards. Named a Distinguished Favorite in the 2018 Big NYC Book Contest. Named a Finalist in the 2019 Book Excellence Awards. Named A Gold Star Award winner in the 2020 Elite Choice Book Awards
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Category Archives: BooksNJ2017
Light is time glowing
When space becomes energy; gathers. Light is time glowing. Boundaries blur, Heat, light shift. Touch, love, desire; all. Dark eyes light skin like silk soft; a sound teasing, whispering understood. Things taken, given. Time is light bent around us.
Chains
We locked ourselves up; always have. In ships, in ghettos, in little boxes. Small spaces in which we can not breathe Spaces in which we die. Divided by faces and beliefs, voices and dances. My people would not do that. … Continue reading
New 5-star review for THE RED HAND–Many thanks!
The prose is crisp and delectable and the overall writing featuring descriptions that pull readers into a dark wave sweeping through a city. The chilling story is fast-paced, twisty, and with the potential to hold readers awake throughout the night. … Continue reading
THE RED HAND a 2020 Top Shelf Book Awards nominee
THE RED HAND, the fourth Frank Nagler Mystery is a nominee for the 2020 Top Shelf Books Awards. The multi-award winning book has been named: Distinguished Favorite in the 2019 Big NYC Book Contest; Second Place winner for mysteries in … Continue reading
The Great Emptying aftermath. WIP: ‘Mount Jensen’
The injured voices will always fill the night, the child will always need succor. Who among us will harden their hearts when the cry comes? Whose will soften? There will come a time when your answer stares back at you. … Continue reading
Deacon Merrill’s diary: The Great Emptying of 1865
This is from an WIP called THE YEAR THE WORLD CAME TO MOUINT JENSEN, MAINE, about the fate of a small lake community. Max and Emma Jensen are visiting Gramma Merrill to ask about an event they had read … Continue reading
The days before Monday
Just last week I watched as a high school quarterback threw a football in a perfect spiral to a player sprinting down the sidelines. Their echoed, joyous, “Oh, yeah” split the hollow space of the cement stadium. This week, they … Continue reading
When this is over
When this is over Lovers will hold their kiss longer And taste that sweetness again; Sunrise will bring praise and relief And nightfall an emptiness. When this is over Books will be put away and clothes folded, A bed … Continue reading
When the world burned
Unseasoned daffodils push sampling shoots into the air. Do they wonder why they have been summoned so early, Ask why there was no frost to hold them sleeping for just a few weeks more? Will they understand when their pale … Continue reading
Bob and Emilio discuss Christmas
Bob brushed the cold plastic seat of the park bench before he sat. It was an old habit. He and his grandfather used to sit on the benches on Boston Common and gaze at the lighted trees and absorb the … Continue reading