Edge of Nowhere

Last summer, when I was on holiday in Massachusetts, I wrote a long short story, more of a novella really, called Edge of Nowhere. It features my Icelandic detective, Magnus. He is sent up to Bolungarvik, an isolated village in the West Fjords.

There has been an accident: a landslide has killed a road worker. The problem is that the locals think the elves did it in revenge for a tunnel that has just been blasted through the elves home.

I have posted the first couple of chapters on this Goodreads site, and if you want to buy the whole story for not very much, you can download it from Kindle. If you haven't got a Kindle, well I'm sorry. I'll feel a bit bad about that.