Saturday, March 2, 2024

Sixty Murders and I'm Still Here


Mystery Lovers Bookshop, Pittsburgh



It’s been a busy month with my new Kaldis book (#13) releasing at the beginning of February, number fourteen due to my editor by the end of February, and a challenge-laden cross-country book tour devouring most of February and part of March.


The Mysterious Bookshop, NYC


But as the signature Elaine Stritch song lyric goes, “I’m still here” (Written by Stephen Sondheim for Follies).


And with things having slowed down somewhat, I figured I’d write something deep, meaningful, and artsy for MIE.  So, I went online looking to get my mind off murder and mayhem in the Balkans.  I figured to start my search with the arts section of Greece’s paper of record, Ekathimerini.


But as I’ve come to learn far too often, the fates had something very different in mind for me. The very first headline I saw read, “European crime ring behind 60 killings is dismantled, police say.


I cringed. It sounded as if elements implicit in the manuscript I’d just submitted had made their way into that headline.  ARRGHH.


I had no choice but to do precisely what I didn’t want to do. I read the story.  Thankfully, it’s not about my villains. At least not directly. The last thing you want to do is end up on the wrong side of Greece’s equivalent of Murder Incorporated.


Still, there are some ideas percolating now for Book #15, thanks to that headline.  In fact, I’d say it would be hard for my blogmates or any mystery-thriller writer to read that Reuters’ story and not gain murderous inspiration for their own tales, no matter where they chose to set them on this planet…or beyond.


So, in the spirit of camaraderie and sharing, here’s the news story behind that headline.  May it give you inspiration.  Just remember to be on the lookout for further developments.  I’ve a sense there’s a lot more to this story yet to be told.


International cooperation triggered by a spate of gangland murders in Greece has helped to dismantle a crime ring accused of more than 60 killings across Europe over the past decade, police said on Friday.

More than 39 people, mainly from Serbia and Montenegro but also from Albania and Romania, have been identified on suspicion of participating in a criminal organization, according to court documents, and about 17 are in prison in Serbia, Montenegro and Turkey.


The “Kotor Clan,” set up in 2010 in Montenegro and involved in drug trafficking around the world, split into two rival groups, Kavac and Skaljari, in 2014 after a dispute over a failed drug trafficking operation in Spain.


“The war between the two groups led to at least 60 murders throughout Europe,” said Athens police head Fotios Douitsis.


Four members, from Serbia and Montenegro, arrived in Greece in 2019 looking for a hideout. They were murdered a year later by members of the rival group, police said.


It was when Greece sought help from Serbia and from Europol that the European law enforcement agency established that gang members were using an app to send encrypted messages that would automatically self-destruct


Europol and police in France, the Netherlands and Belgium mounted an operation to get access to the app, and found evidence there connected to the murders in Greece.


Douitsis praised the cooperation and exchange of information among European police authorities, singling out Serbia for its pivotal assistance. [Reuters]



PS. And a BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY to You Know Who.  XOX, Dad.


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Friday, March 1, 2024

Blood Runs Deep

Today's guest blog is from Douglas Sinclair, one of those general all round good eggs that exist in the crime fiction world. I think it's fair to say that his first book had a long and difficult birth, but the minute it was born, it rocketed to the top of the charts which is no more than it was due. 

He writes beautifully crafted police procedurals with a protagonist who has an interesting past, and a female sidekick who keeps him on track. 

And while I'm here apologies for missing last weeks blog but, I was in the emergency room for 7 hours because my mother managed to fracture her calcanium/heel bone - and that's going to be a whole blog in itself!

Oh and while Doug is loveliness personified, his wife ( even more lovely) has a horse ( the most lovely of all). The horse might be mentioned a few times in the blog.

                                                                       The Book

The man

The horse ( and the sister in law)

How does it feel to  be a published author?

Good, but in a lovely, quiet, way I didn’t expect. I struggle hugely with Imposter Syndrome, but I’ve decided to trust the judgement of people who know what the hell they’re talking about. Fellow crime fiction friends and associates, my agent Kevin Pocklington of the North Literary Agency, and Storm Publishing signing me to a three-book debut deal – they must know something about good writing. Doesn’t completely silence the wee sod, the Poison Parrot, but it does go some way to shutting it’s nasty little beak.


How did your launch go?

Well, I think. Good turnout, lots of laughs, lots of over-sharing on my part. No less than Gordon Brown hosted it for me and he did a superb job – kept me on track the best he could, stopped me rambling too much, mocked me, the usual. Audience was mostly friends and family, but no-one will know that from the photos, which just look like a great turnout. You can’t see that I locked the doors to stop people escaping.


                                  Two people who shouldn't be allowed out on their own

Was the horse invited?

The horse was invited but some gobby bar staff started cracking “jokes” about “long faces” and how he had “neigh chance of getting served” and she left in a huff.


How many dogs do you have?

Only one just now, plus a cat. I call them Wee Shite and Big Shite. Until recently we had two of each, but two of them left us, which broke us into millions of pieces (those who know, know).


Do you kayak?

Yes, but not often enough. Stretching out on my ‘Yak (it’s a SoT ‘Yak, look it up) and bobbing on a loch is my favouritest form of relaxation. I always plan to write while I’m on the water but it never happens, too busy eating Tunnocks Caramel Wafers and wishing my heart could always feel as soothed and contented as it does at those moments.


Does the silence of that help you plot?

I try to, but my mind usually wanders. I mostly review story progress, and sometimes get new insights, but it’s usually just fine-tuning.


Is this the first book you have written?

No. I wrote an 80k word novel which will never see the light of day, but at least served to demonstrate I had a scrap of talent for writing. I wrote 70k words of another book. The opening scene got rave reviews at Noir at the Bar, but it succumbed to the Poison Parrot and went nowhere. I started Blood Runs Deep far too many years ago but it at least felt likely to reach completion. After handing BRD to my publisher, Storm (probably the single terrifyingest thing I ever did), I looked again at unfinished book one and realised 40k of the 70k were pants and had to go. I finished that book in three months (the magic of a contractual deadline), and it needed only light structural and line editing. It’ll be published on 2nd May, and I’m terrified of what people think of a book I didn’t spend years polishing and tweaking.


You can be honest with us writers, how many rewrites/edits did it take?

I’ve been told my natural writing voice that “resonates” with people quite naturally. Book two took only one draft plus a high-level edit of my own, then Storm’s structural, line, and copy edits, and was considered “good”.


Tell us a bit about your main character- a troubled soul?

There’s a lot of me in Malkie, but he’s definitely *not* me. He knows self-doubt, and irrational self-loathing, and has felt like a square peg surrounded by round holes his whole life. He struggles with injustice – from school bullying, through brutalisation of ordinary people by a cold and venal society that causes the awful crimes committed against life’s most vulnerable, all the way up to atrocities inflicted on innocents across the world for the most venal of reasons. He’s learned to articulate how his mind thinks so unlike those around him, but he can bever “get it” and is repeatedly infuriated by anyone being treated unfairly through no fault of their own.


He’s overweight, scruffy, inappropriate, and has no brain/mouth filter – that much of him very much *is* me.


Why are Glaswegian so lovely?

Because people from Edinburgh are too terrified to tell them they’re not.


Do you think book two will be easier?

Book two, I was still buzzing from getting signed at all, after 50+ years of believing fundamentally it would never happen. Book three is like pulling teeth, which is topical because I’m currently suffering from a horrible wisdom tooth extraction. Sleeping Dogs, I chewed over and otherwise avoiding writing for years. Blood Runs Deep, I also spent years procrastinating and doing anything to avoid biting the bull by the horns and sending it “out there”. Book three, I have a contractual deadline and the Poison Parrot is in overdrive, constantly telling me there’s no way a complete flake like me can write a decent book in only a few months. Time will tell; it’s due out 4th September.


Do you know the end before you start?

I know the beginning, the thingy that turns everything on it’s head half way through and I have some idea of the ending although not who gets what and how. Mostly, I have a cast of character in my head who (whom?) I get to know during the writing, and I have some idea of what I want to happen at a very high level. Nothing as formal as a Premise or a Theme, but an idea of what it is about the story and the characters and the outcome that *matters* so much to me.


Douglas Skelton and I have a thing about ending a book with a avalanche started by monkeys- do you have a fantasy ending?

I do. Next question.


What's next for you?

I’ll continue writing about Malkie and Steph because I love them both like troublesome family members who always mean well but one keeps getting the other into trouble. Whether that’s via a second contract with Storm (my ideal scenario) or with another publisher or possibly even self-published – that depends on sales and reviews of books one and two.


                                  Gordon Brown and Doug

Does it involve the lovely horse?

I know of no “lovely” horse, only the huge, smelly, temperamental, equine money-pit that seems to have pushed me down a place in my wife’s affections (Sprocket the dog, Moody the cat, Indie the money-pit, me)


                               nd another photo of the lovely horse.

                               You can never have enough!


Wednesday, February 28, 2024

The rise of evangelical churches in Africa - Femi Kayode guest post

 Michael – Alternate Thursdays

Femi Kayode – guest post

I’ve been intrigued for some time by the size and power of the evangelical churches in various parts of Africa. Judging by several thrillers that focus around them, they behave like massive business conglomerates, generating huge amounts of money that don’t always end up at their intended destinations. One of these institutions played a central role in Leye Adenle’s latest Nigerian Amaka thriller,
Unfinished Business. Another, in Ghana this time, was important in one of Kwei Quartey’s Darko Dawson mysteries, Death by His Grace.

So when I started reading Femi Kayode’s new novel, Gaslight, I wasn’t too surprised to find Grace Church, another Nigerian megachurch, at the heart of psychologist-detective Philip Taiwo’s new case. The leader of the church, known simply as Bishop, is arrested for the murder of his wife who has disappeared, and the church elders ask Philip to investigate. Philip is ambivalent, but eventually is persuaded. His skills and logical reasoning soon allow him to deduce that the police have misunderstood the situation and he obtains Bishop’s release. But that’s not the end of the case; in fact, it’s the beginning. The story addresses big themes with rich and believable characters including Philip’s own family. Femi was nervous of the “Second Novel Syndrome” but he’s come up with another winner bringing him accolades from media reviewers as well as writers like S.A. Cosby and Lee Child.

Giving way to my curiosity about the West African evangelical megachurches, I asked Femi about it. His thoughts give insight far beyond the west African environment, so I asked him if we could restructure it as a blog for Murder Is Everywhere. He agreed. This was my question:

“The Evangelical churches of Nigeria with their charismatic preachers seem to be hugely powerful and important there. They also seem to generate a lot of money. Why are they so successful in Nigeria in particular?”

Femi Kayode

I am smiling at the word ‘successful’, because that speaks to this idea that evangelical churches are an enterprise of some sort. And one can be forgiven for thinking that after reading Gaslight or being exposed to some of the stories about these churches in popular media. But to my mind, that would be reductionist thinking. Evangelical churches are a bona fide group within organized Christian faith. I am not sure their rise (or success, as you call it) is any different from that of the more established groups like Lutherans, Baptists or Protestants or even the charismatic sect within the Catholic Church. Every group, sub-group or sect, came into existence in response to the times – the politics, the socio-economic circumstance of the day, the health index of that era and even the conflict within the established church, almost always led to the re-creation of an ideology that people believed would be the divine solution to the challenge of the day.

With that said, I think what you call ‘success’ could be referred to as the ‘rise’ of evangelical churches. And this rise was driven my several factors, especially between early late seventies to mid-nineties. It was post-civil war Nigeria; the oil boom had burst and the country was going through several coup d’états. In my research, there was a definite correlation between the rise of evangelical churches and the increasing collapse of the Nigerian economy. The more unstable the political situation was, the greater the collapse of institutions and the more frayed the socioeconomic fabric of the country, the more people needed to find some kind of hope.

Now, one can ask why didn’t they find it in the established religious institutions. I believe that a number of people saw these established institutions a part of the old, the tested and see-where-it-got-us institutions. So, the hope people sought was intertwined with a desire for the new, the novel. And the evangelical churches took advantage of this need. They would quote bible passages implying that the old ways of worshipping God are antiquated and not working. People believed it because the proof that it was not working was all around them. Broken health systems, spiraling quality of education, insecurity, the unstoppable fall of the Nigerian currency, the list went on. And again, to be fair, it was reminiscent of every era that gave rise to a new religion or sect within an existing religion. And it was not happening in Christianity alone. We saw a rise in charismatic movements within the Islamic religion too.

To my mind, I think the evangelical emphasis on spiritual warfare resonates deeply with the traditional African worldview, where there has always been a greater emphasis on the influence of spiritual forces on our physical realities. When you add this to the evangelical churches’ ability to quickly adapt to the cultural nuances of the society through the incorporation of local music, dances, language and more, you will understand why a large portion of people felt a greater sense of ownership over their religious practice as against the perpetuation of existing dogma of the more established churches which were inherited from the colonial era.

Another contributing factor was the increasing exposure of the country to the United States. This was at an all-time high between the Second and Third republic, especially when the country aligned its system of government to what they thought was the American system. There was a huge influx of evangelical churches coming in from the States, and migration between the two countries was quite high – perhaps in response to the negative role of Britain and some European countries in the civil war coupled with a kind of collective rebellion against our colonial past. Whatever the reason was, the image of the fiery preacher who conducted miracles and brought Jesus closer to the people (against all odds) was a much-needed antidote to the disaffection people felt towards the political class. This aspect of the phenomenon cannot be divorced from their adept use of electronic media (another American trait). The innovative use of various media platforms (a practice that was shunned by traditional, established churches until recently), including the use of the internet and social media, has helped evangelical churches reach wider audiences across the world. That influence and spread validated a lot of these churches and confirmed to the congregants that indeed this was a wave ordained by God. And the rise continued.

The fact is, there is no one contributory factor to this global rise — make no mistake, it is not restricted to the African continent — I think the common denominator across cultures is huge disparities between the rich and the poor. Low socio-economic development, lack of access to infrastructure and high inequities are what make people feel hopeless and helpless. When despair sets in, people seek succour where they can. Some in drink (ever wondered why the sale of alcohol soars during economic distress?), some in work/business (hoping for promotion as a signal of progress?), and most in religion. We also tend to look for heroes in humans just like us, perhaps because we are too afraid to ask that existential question: if there is a God, why is everything so dark? We hold on to these religious leaders, for dear life. Literally. We can see them, touch them. They are tangible and even when their version of how the world or God works seems fantastical, we suspend disbelief. We have to, because our daily reality is too harsh, too grim. We need the fantasy world these pastors, movie stars, influencers, reality TV actors and more, give us.

As for the money Evangelical Churches make, suffice to say like every organised group/corporation that sells a product, they are expected to make money. Can anyone fathom the amount of money the Catholic Church has and continues to make? Or the Church of England? Here’s the thing; the money the evangelical churches make is only an issue because of the lack of accountability. When one person amasses millions in the name of religion and escapes the scrutiny applied to other forms of enterprise, then we have a problem. And as the saying goes, absolute power corrupts absolutely. The corruption that engulfs most of these new age churches is a reflection of this human truth.

It is this corruption that I try to explore in Gaslight. First, as a cautionary tale for those of us who elevate one person to God-like levels and secondly, to challenge this idea that corruption is limited to such religious spaces. It exists everywhere. In all institutions and spheres of life.  And the moral of the novel is simple. When reason or common sense has been suspended as a matter of survival, expect all hell to break loose.

Tuesday, February 27, 2024

Foods For Thought

 Ovidia--every other Tuesday

It's been a tough couple of weeks here. The meniscus in my left knee got torn in a fall and some very effective antibiotics wiped out my gut bacteria meaning lots of loo visits... which the knee wasn't very happy about.

But all's returning to normal now and I'm looking forward to lunch with friends visiting Singapore next week. Which leads to today's question: Should I introduce these nice people (likely jet lagged and stressed from traveling halfway across the world) to the most exciting foods I know... or should we go for something simple and comforting that they're more likely to enjoy--even if it doesn't leave as striking a first impression?

Because when I was under the weather, I found I couldn't read anything challenging. You'd think having a bad knee or iffy gut has nothing to do with reading challenging books, but I'll tell you it does! There are some books in my past--good books--but books I can barely think about, let alone pick up right now...

Like one that reminds of me a fish head curry-- a great delicacy and connoisseurs love the eyeballs and the fish lips especially.  

I love it too--you have to taste that gravy before you judge it--and the okra and eggplant in there are delicious. 

But encountering it for the first time reminds me of reading I'm Thinking Of Ending Things by Iain Reid for the first time. It's especially unnerving because all the parts are familiar, from the old school to the old parents to the old security guard...

Just as you're familiar with fish of course, and with tomatoes and curry with a little spice... and if you eat fish fillets why not fish heads... but when it's all coming at you at once and your host does you the honour of dolloping the eyeball on your plate of rice it can be a bit much.

Fish head curry is delicious, I promise you. Just like it's a powerful book, but maybe not the best choice if you're not feeling well. Just remember it's all fish (spoiler: kind of like how it's all Jake).

Or there's chilli crab--another Singapore speciality that I've always found troubling because the crabs need to be kept alive until they're cooked, meaning you see the poor creatures in tanks waiting to be chosen and hauled to their deaths. 

And yes, unless you're vegan everything you eat was once alive... but you don't usually have to look them in the eye and try to figure out if they'd rather be put out of their misery quickly or left to live a little longer-- the book this reminds me of is Jack Ketchum's The Girl Next Door

That's a book that stays with you. That's the mark of a great story isn't it? That it sticks in your mind for ages after and, just to make it worse, it's supposed to be based on a true story. 

Between the two, I'd say chilli crab is the less traumatic experience. And it's truly delicious too, only to really enjoy it you've got to get involved and be willing to dig in deep and get dirty (same with reading) to get the full experience.

And then there's BBQ Sambal Stingray that reminds me of my first reading of The Orton Diaries.

Traditionally the stingray is served barbecued, smeared with sambal chilli sauce and often served with chinchalok (sauce made of fermented shrimp). 

My first experience of reading Joe Orton's diaries was flavourful, exciting and coloured everything I took in for ages. Sambal stingray is a similar experience. The taste is sensational and with every mouthful you experience anew the sensation of sliding the succulent, firm flesh off the ribs of cartilage holding it together. You keep thinking you're done--but you keep getting pulled back for just one more taste. 

These are all delicious food experiences. But when I was under the weather, I couldn't face any of these books or foods. I needed comfort eats just like I needed comfort reads. 

Confession: I'm still taking it easy and the books by my bed are currently Elizabeth Peters, Ann B Ross, Lee Harris, Vivien Chien... writers who nurture me the same way as my comfort food--Economy Rice--does. 

With these books/ dishes you know that what you get will be 'same though different' and 'different but the same'; tasty and nourishing without being too challenging. Costing between $3 and $5, they won't sear your taste buds or take up too much brain space.

Though these are the kind of dishes I found boring when I was growing up (and someone else was cooking) I appreciate them now!

Okay-- Jeff Siger's At Any Cost is on the pile too because though that's tasty and different, it's a safe 'risk' because I trust him as a writer; kind of like I'll risk the occasional laksa or roast meat rice from a familiar stall even when I'm being cautious.

Returning to a stall you know is like returning to a series you love--and like meeting with old friends to find out what's been happening in their lives. 

Which can be the best part of both eating and reading together!

Happy eating and reading everyone!


Sunday, February 25, 2024

From Kenya to Zanzibar

 Annamaria on Monday

I am being roasted in Zanzibar, a fascinating place nonetheless.  Here are some highlights of this past week  


The airstrip as we were leaving

Zanzibar: Day one

Saturday, February 24, 2024

Murder à la grecque redux

February 5th was the 14th anniversary of my first post on Murder is Everywhere. It was a guest post opportunity extended by the late, great inimitable Leighton Gage. That post led to another guest post, and ultimately to an invitation to be a permanent member of the MIE writing family.  Agreeing to write that first post turned out to be one of the best decisions of my mystery writing life, for it's led me to more friendships, opportunities, and rich experiences than I'd ever imagined.

That same guest opportunity is now available on Sundays to other authors. I can assure you that you'll be well served on taking up that invitation.  For one never knows where it can lead as we hit the six million views mark.

 Here's what Leighton had to say in his blush-inducing generous introduction of my first post:

Saturday is the day that we reserve for guest authors. Today it's the turn of the estimable Jeffrey Siger. 

Jeff was born and raised in Pittsburgh. He practiced law at a major Wall Street law firm before establishing his own New York City law firm and continuing as one of its name partners until giving it all up to write full-time among the people, life, and politics of his beloved Mykonos, his adopted home of twenty-five years.  When he’s not in Greece, his other home is a farm outside New York City.  Murder in Mykonos (Poisoned Pen Press 2009), the first in his Chief Inspector Andreas Kaldis series, was the #1 best selling English-language novel in Greece, and the Greek version of his just published second novel in the series, Assassins of Athens (Poisoned Pen Press, 2010), instantly became one of Greece’s top ten best sellers.
Here's Jeff in his own words and pictures:

I live within the cradle of European civilization, less than a mile from the birthplace of the god of light, amidst a circle of islands that once hosted the crossroads of trade for the ancient world.  But it’s eons since the birth of Apollo, two and a half millennia beyond its glory days of commerce, and 2000 years since the island heart of this Cycladic chain was obliterated from the face of the earth and its 20,000 residents slaughtered or sold into slavery in retribution for backing the wrong protector. 

Over the ensuing centuries a succession of plunderers, foreign and domestic, made off with its treasures and the small, razed island came to serve as little more than a source of building materials and hunting grounds for surrounding islanders.  In 1872 things began to change. The French School of Archeology started excavations and today it represents the most varied collection of ruins in all of Greece, conveying to visitors a sense of eternal spirituality that no doubt was what made it second only to Delphi in sacred importance to the ancients.

But that’s Delos.  I don’t live there.  No one does.  No one is allowed to, or for that matter to be born or die there.  The Athenians decided in 425 BC to purify Apollo’s birthplace, and removed all graves to the nearby island of Rhenia.  I don’t live there either, only a handful do, but the spear fishing off its shores is about as good as it gets in that part of the world.
My home is on another neighbor island, and though larger than Delos (one and a half times the size of Manhattan) it barely received much notice in Delos’ heyday.  Yes, it was known for agriculture and highly desirable clay deposits used to create that era’s equivalents of tuna fish cans, pickle jars, and cereal boxes, but it definitely was not the main show.  Not even an opening act. 
It was an island of granite, forced to endure centuries of foreign occupiers, one after another from the Middle Ages through the middle of the 20th Century.  Those years generated a lot of history, filled with daring pirates, dashing heroes (male and female), bittersweet realities, and many tales, but there’s no time to tell those stories now. 

Besides, times have changed, the focus of visitors today is on the present and I doubt a time traveler from just fifty—certainly seventy—years ago would recognize my island home today.  It is a new sort of international cross roads, one of dazzling beaches, mega-yachts, private jets, and 24/7 lifestyles.  It is Europe’s most popular tourist island, the sexy Aegean island of Mykonos.

Assuming you’ve never experienced my island’s incredible light, the unmatched beauty of its sea, and omnipresent energy that would do the gods of Delos proud, the thought of my choosing to live in such a “tourist paradise”­ might lead you to question my sanity or at least my taste.  Believe me, there are a lifetime of reasons for asking that question, but my decision to make Mykonos my home is not one of them; and for a very simple reason: Mykonos is not Disneyland, it is a real place filled with remarkable people. 
Mykonians are a warm and hospitable breed, raising families in keeping with deeply held traditions, and yet they are among the most accepting people on earth.  I’m continually amazed at how tourists intrude with cameras upon the most personal of public events, such as a funeral, and not one local objects.  I once thought that was because Mykonians considered tourist season some sort of annual tsunami that rushed in upon their island for three months leaving them no choice but acceptance until it receded in September.  But I’ve come to think differently.  Mykonians overlook behavior from visitors that they would never tolerate from one of their own because they know no offense or ill will is intended.  They accept that behavior for what it is: foreign.
There is an additional reason I live there.  I write mystery thrillers that just happen to explore serious societal issues confronting modern Greece while touching upon the country’s ancient roots.  During tourist season, many visitors from the mainland and beyond willingly share their private thoughts and confidences in relaxed beachside chats or pre-dawn whispered conversations in a club or bar.  The world comes to party on Mykonos, and I sit with pen and (inconspicuous) pad in hand gathering in all the material they’re willing to share.  Yes, I’ve learned to surf the tsunami.  Fish it, too.  Hard work, but alas, we must suffer for our art.

You can, and we here at Murder is Everywhere hope you will, visit Jeff at his website:
He's a great guy, and a fine writer! 
Jeff's Upcoming In Person Events

Thursday, February 29, 7:00 p.m. PT
Vroman’s Bookstore
Author Speaking and Signing
Pasadena, CA

Saturday, March 9, 3:00 p.m. CT
Murder By The Book
Author Speaking and Signing
Houston, TX