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Spurn the curse, reap the nightmare.
The name on his driver’s license was George Henry, but people called him Chief.
He had the bloodline, the heritage, the native skills. And no desire to live up to the name.
Until the day he helped murder an innocent girl.
Prize-winning author, Joslyn Chase, introduces Chief Redfish in a captivating story of murder on the Hood Canal. Fascinating historic details, incredible landscape, a tragic gypsy curse, and the fiendishly cold killing of an unsuspecting young woman all come into play, woven like an indian rug. A winner!
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"Just like Nocturne In Ashes, I found Steadman's Blind a one session page-turner and gave it five Amazon stars."
~ Ron Keeler, Read 4 Fun
"Ms. Chase's second novel is just as unputdownable as the first one was. I got lost in the book and the world the author created, transported to another place and time."
~ Gabi Rosetti (reader, Amazon.com)
"Author Joslyn Chase has now confirmed my first impressions of her being a formidable suspense writer bound to make readers sit up and take notice."
~ Manie Kilian (reader, Amazon.com)
"As always in her writing, the settings and action scenes are vividly portrayed and the relationships between the characters are seamless and authentic. Ms Chase has a talent for bringing characters to life."
~ ReadnGrow (Amazon.com)
People call him Chief.
He has the bloodline, the heritage,
the native skills.
And no desire to live up to the name.
Until the day he helped murder
an innocent girl.
When the breeze whistles through green leaves at a certain pitch or the crumbling smell of damp earth permeates the air, I remember the day I helped murder an innocent girl.
Days like that, my part in fulfilling a gypsy’s curse and perpetuating a legend of blood and violence sits on me like a heavy sweat. The hell of it is, I don’t even count hers as the first death on my score sheet.
But I’d roll naked through a bed of razor-fisted Dungeness to make sure it’s the last.