The Friday 56 is a weekly meme hosted over at Freda’s Voice. The rules are simple and go something like this.
1. Grab a book, any book.
2. Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader (If you have to improvise, that’s ok.)
3. Find any sentence, (or a few, just don’t spoil it)
4. Post it.
5. Add the post url, not your blog url to the Linky.
6. Tweet it #Friday56 (not an official Freda’s Voice rule)
This weeks Friday 56 is part of TBR Triple Dog Dare. I received this as an ARC from Netgalley. I had forgotten about it and when I was trying to decide which books to include in the Dare, I noticed that this one was about to expire; so I thought I’d better get to reading.
A Killing Winter is Tom Callaghan’s debut novel and the first in a series featuring Kyrgyz Murder Squad Inspector Akyl Borubaev. I’m just a couple of chapters in and have to admit that I was pulled in with the first line:
Fresh blood is especially vivid against snow.
How true. I remember one time when I was shoveling snow and somehow I cut myself and there were blood droplets in the snow, it seemed as if there was a light being shown on the droplets to make them stand out.
The State Service for the national Security plays by its own rules. Its people are never photographed, quoted in newspapers, hauled before Parliament. Think of them as smoke, or morning mist on the water of Lake Issyk-Kul, drifting, intangible, impossible to pin down. They’re the elite, the Kyrgyz equivalent of the Russian impossible topic down. They’re the elite , the Kyrgyz equivalent of the Russian Spetsnaz, hand-picked and trained to eliminate any threat to the welfare and security of the state. The problem is, all to often, the welfare of the state means the welfare of the top me. So anything, that’s bad for them is bad for the country. And Mikhail Tynaliev was the kind of man who refuses to let anything bad happen on his watch. He would take the news I was going to bring him very badly indeed.
A Killing Winter by Tom Callaghan