Winter’s Edge
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Meeting the life on winter’s edge…
Growing up in a state hospital like Creedmore could have broken Ena’s spirit, but instead it gave her the will and drive to seek out the mother who had abandoned her there as a child. Her search leads her at last to a small town near the Shawangunk Mountains in upstate New York. Yet after moving to Harlow, she hesitates to make contact with her mother.
Instead, hired to collate archaeological documents at the local college, Ena is drawn into unraveling the mystery of a dig that is being sabotaged, and helping the Welsh-born detective Galen Hill find a killer.
When she discovers artifacts stored from a dig in Peru, handwritten archaeological journals lead her to a curious connection between the artifacts themselves and the intricacies of an old video game about a legendary journey through time. What she doesn’t know is that her research is a threat to someone who isn’t willing to let the truth be known. The closer she comes to a solution, the more real danger waits for her.
To her surprise, her involvement with Galen grows stronger and deeper as together they seek to reveal their adversary. Gradually, in the midst of the chaos and darkness of a winter’s edge, of what unfolds, Ena begins to find a way to let go of the past…
Excerpt from Winter’s Edge:
I found myself on a deserted back road just before winter set in. Fields lay to my left, their high grass gold-tipped in the last light of day. On the other side, I saw the Ridge, its white cliffs half in shadow. I think you can hold moments, feel them like something solid and know they matter, even when they flicker away when you start to notice them. Everything I looked at on that road was like that, one long series of moments to hold, and I felt as if maybe, if I died right then and there, it’d be okay, because everything I saw all about me was perfect, and that ought to be enough for anyone to say she’d lived a good life, no matter how short or long it was.
Dusk came fast, though, and most of that good feeling started to slip away in the dark. It was cold, but I had a promise to keep. As it turned out, nobody was home when I got to where I was going, so my visit came to naught. The family—my mother’s family—had gone to visit friends in Arizona, said a neighbor who shouldn’t have told me anything. I would have to wait until they returned. But it’s easy, waiting, once you’ve set your mind to it. There’s something to be said for training ourselves to be calmer when we don’t get our own way right away.
This town of Harlow where I live is small, maybe 1500 people, no more, but that number swells up to 12,000 in the fall when the students come in from all over to go to the college. They seem to come out of the woodwork.
Still, they weren’t my concern. I had to focus on what was important, which was finding my mother. She had abandoned me in her heart the day I was born, I’m pretty sure, though she didn’t leave me at the state hospital until I was four years old. Imagine doing that, setting a small girl down on stone steps and driving away without so much as a single look back! I have to see her and understand why she did that. I have to make her understand what it did to me.
My husband and I have become a great fans of Regina Clarke! This book captures you from the first sentence. A true who-done-it that has you eager to find out who-done-it! Even if you don’t think this is your kind of read…read it! ★★★★★ Amazon review
