Friday, July 3, 2015

Julius Katz Case History

A full case history in the order in which they were originally written:

1) JULIUS KATZ, originally published in the Sept/Oct 2009 issue of Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, Shamus & Derringer award winner, 3rd place in Ellery Queen's Readers Choice Award, honorable mention in Best American Mystery Stories, reprinted in THE JULIUS KATZ COLLECTION

2) ARCHIE'S BEEN FRAMED, originally published in the Sept/Oct 2010 issue of Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, 1st place in Ellery Queen's Readers Choice Award, reprinted in THE JULIUS KATZ COLLECTION

3) JULIUS KATZ & ARCHIE, original novel published May 2011

4) ONE ANGRY JULIUS AND ELEVEN BEFUDDLED JURORS, originally published in the June 2012 issue of Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, 9nth place in Ellery Queen's Readers Choice Award, reprinted in THE JULIUS KATZ COLLECTION

5) ARCHIE SOLVES THE CASE, originally published in the May 2013 issue of Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, 1st place in Ellery Queen's Readers Choice Award, reprinted in THE JULIUS KATZ COLLECTION

6) JULIUS KATZ AND A TANGLED WEB, originally published in the March/April 2014 issue of Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, reprinted in THE JULIUS KATZ COLLECTION

7) JULIUS ACCUSED,  originally published in the JUNE 2014 issue of Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, reprinted in THE JULIUS KATZ COLLECTION

8) JULIUS KATZ AND THE CASE OF EXPLODING WINE, originally published in the March/April 2015 issue of Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine

9) JULIUS KATZ AND THE GIFTWRAPPED MURDER, to be published by Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine


11) ARCHIE ON LOAN, to be published by Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine

12) CRAMER IN TROUBLE, to be published by Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine

Thursday, June 25, 2015

KILLER Book of the Month

KILLER has been get outstanding reviews in German newspapers and by German readers, has twice been picked by their crime jury for their April and May top ten crime novels list, and now has been picked by the German Magazine KulturNews as the best book of the month.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Give an Archie for Father's Day!

I think anybody who's read any of my Julius Katz mystery stories would agree that there would be no better Father's Day gift than an Archie, for the following reasons:

1) He's compact, no larger than a tie clip, and can be worn as such!

2) Perfect for handling those annoying telemarketing calls! Very quickly your phone number would be put on the top of their Do Not Call lists!

3) Great at handicapping horse races. He'll make you a bundle!

4) No one's better at computer hacking. With a few changes to his neuron network, Archie would be willing to make Donald Trump unwittingly pay your credit card bills, or better yet, transfer all of Trump's assets to your bank, leaving him with only that clump of orange orangutan hair that he wears as a wig. And if you wanted to have that wig snatched from Trump's head, Archie could probably arrange that also!

5) While he's only Julius Katz's assistant, there's probably nobody better other than Katz in solving a murder! And Archie works a lot cheaper than Julius!

Of course, there's only one Archie, and I'm not sure Julius would be willing to sell him (and good luck trying to take him away by force given Julius's 5th degree black belt in Kung Fu). So if you can't have your own Archie, the next best thing would be reading about his exploits (as well as Julius's).

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Bad Moon Rising by Ed Gorman

I've long maintained that Ed Gorman is one of the best mystery, horror, Western, short story writer working today, and if his Sam McCain took place on either coast instead of the Midwest, these books would be best sellers. Well, Bad Moon Rising is on sale for only $2.99, so here's your chance to try one if you haven't already, And here's what PW said about this book in a starred review.

Social turmoil overshadows the sleuthing in Gorman’s excellent ninth Sam McCain mystery (after 2009’s A Ticket to Ride). In 1968, a hippie commune near Black River Falls, Iowa, both horrifies and entices the townsfolk with its uninhibited lifestyle. Sardonic lawyer and investigator McCain becomes involved after the discovery of the body of Vanessa Mainwaring, the teenage daughter of a well-to-do local, at the commune, and a Vietnam vet who’s one of its members flees. Interference by a bigoted sheriff, an opportunistic preacher, and a hysterical father makes matters even worse as Sam tries not just to solve the murder but to help the people around him caught in an intensely stressful situation. The real crime, as Sam eventually realizes, is how one generation exploits the next—while the younger generation devours itself. In turn mellow and melancholy, this book grapples with problems that are too complex for any detective to untangle.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Jildy Sauce on Demons

"A brilliant contemporary horror novel...An entertaining novel, dark and humorous, touching and often exciting, with lots of inventive demon lore." Jildy Sauce on THE BOY WHO KILLED DEMONS

Read what other reviewers have had to say.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

A new Demons review

From the UK site Crime Review:

The question readers of this stylish young adult fantasy thriller have to ask themselves is whether Henry is correct in his beliefs or simply delusional. There are no easy answers in Henry’s world, but I think you’ll enjoy his company.

Read the entire review here.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Intravenous Magazine on Demons

'The Boy Who Killed Demons' is a safe bet for a good, compelling read that is easy to pick up and hard to put down.

Read the rest of the review here.

Monday, May 4, 2015

Bookbag on Demons

The UK review site The Bookbag has plenty of good things to say about The Boy Who Killed Demons, including:

Talking of end, Dave ramps up the tension and turns dark into darker over the last quarter, leaving us breathless and behind a cushion. (Ok, the sudden need to be behind soft furnishings may just be me!) 

Read the entire review here.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

New review for The Boy Who Killed Demons

A new review from book blogger Keith B. Walters sums up THE BOY WHO KILLED DEMONS as "Clever, witty, and dark as hell." You can read the entire review here.

Friday, April 24, 2015


(MIND PRISON is also available as a kindle eBook. This is the 4th and final part.)

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

Part 4

She fought feebly for a few moments and then her arms went limp. After it was done, a wave of nausea rolled over me. My knees buckled and I collapsed to the ground. It was a long while before I could push myself back to my feet and dig her grave. Afterwards, I went back to the house and had a few drinks to steady myself. Then I took a shower, put on some clean clothes, and got in the car to meet Svetlana.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Cheryl looked when I had choked the life out of her. I just kept seeing her the way she was during those last few moments; her eyes wide-open, bulging, her tongue thickening as it pushed its way through blood-red lips. And those wide-open eyes, Jesus, staring at me with nothing but sadness. There was no fear or hatred in those eyes, only sadness. Then the sadness just sort of dried up and there was nothing left in them. After a while it was like looking into empty glass.
I pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car. I had to get that image out of my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to concentrate, tried to stop that image from playing through my mind. But I couldn’t. It was like a movie that was wrapped around in a loop, playing over and over again. With a start I realized I had seen it before, maybe hundreds of times, maybe thousands.
The air became still. It was so damn quiet. I couldn’t hear anything, not even my own heartbeat. I realized why the scene of Cheryl being choked to death seemed so damn familiar. It all finally hit me. I wasn’t Graham Winston.
As I sat there I could remember every detail about my life with Cheryl. I could remember us meeting when I was twenty-two and she was twenty-nine. I remembered how beautiful she was then. I remembered how much she loved me almost from the start. I could see the years of us together and all the things she did to care for me and support me. I felt ashamed thinking about the last few years, and about all the little things I had said to her, all the snide comments, the innuendos. There was no wonder Cheryl was always running on her treadmill and doing aerobics. Anything to try to keep her body trim for me—to try to keep me from growing bored with her. I remembered other things. Really horrible things, things that I just wouldn’t want to admit to. The one thing I couldn’t remember, though, was her supporting me through medical school. Because I never went to medical school. And I sure as hell never went to engineering school. I had no memories growing up as Graham Winston.
I remembered that my real name was Bob Coggins. That I had bought a chain of supermarkets in the Denver area with Cheryl’s money. I remembered killing Cheryl at our summer home near Estes Park, not the White Mountains.
As I sat there other memories came rushing forward. They were memories of events that hadn’t happened yet but were going to happen. I remembered the phone call I received from France notifying me about Cheryl’s death. And I remembered how Svetlana and I waited a year after that before getting married. And then how she betrayed me only a few days later. She had called the police, claiming that I had bragged to her about murdering Cheryl. With Svetlana’s help they were able to dig up Cheryl’s body. There wasn’t much I could say or do after that. There was really no evidence to implicate Svetlana. She had been careful to make sure that there was no evidence.
They charged me with first degree murder. The trial was quick and the jury took less than an hour to convict me. Svetlana ended up with the millions that Cheryl had left me, and I was sentenced to life without the possibility of parole.
I remember being taken to prison, or at least what had become prison. It was really nothing but a large warehouse filled with coffin-sized containers. They had me drugged at this point, so I couldn’t really do much of anything but look around. But I remember those containers, one stacked on top of the next. There must have been tens of thousands of them in that room. They placed me in one of them and attached electrodes all over my body. Then they stuck an intravenous feeding tube into me and attached a catheter. And then they drilled those holes in my skull.
I sat in the car with my eyes shut, trying to concentrate, fishing for more memories, but that was all there was. And I realized I was now living a simulation. I guess either because of ego, or because Graham Winston had a hell of a sense of humor, he had developed a simulated script of his own life. So all I was doing now was living his script. Except there was a flaw in the system. Instead of simply reenacting the script, my old memories were bubbling through and changing it. The script had been perverted and merged with my own past.
The image of Cheryl dying was so damn vivid. Probably every simulated life I lived got corrupted with memories of Cheryl and Svetlana. Probably every single one ended with me choking the life out of my wife. And I knew every future one was also going to end that way. I knew there was no escape from it.
I looked down at my hands and watched as I clenched and unclenched my fingers. I didn’t know how much time was left before I’d be switched into a new simulated life, but I hoped I had at least enough time to meet up with Svetlana. I knew it wouldn’t do any good, I knew what I was living now wasn’t real, but I wanted Svetlana to go through once what Cheryl had gone through all those countless number of times.
I started the car up and pulled it back onto the road. Svetlana was waiting down the road for me. With a little bit of luck I’d meet up with her. With just a little bit of luck.

The End