Strange Things Done by Elle WildStrange Things Done by Elle Wild

Strange Things Done

byElle Wild

Paperback | September 24, 2016

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2017 Arthur Ellis Award, Best First Novel - Winner
A dark and suspenseful noir thriller, set in the Yukon.

As winter closes in and the roads snow over in Dawson City, Yukon, newly arrived journalist Jo Silver investigates the dubious suicide of a local politician and quickly discovers that not everything in the sleepy tourist town is what it seems. Before long, law enforcement begins treating the death as a possible murder and Jo is the prime suspect.

Strange Things Done is a top-notch thriller - a tense and stylish crime novel that explores the double themes of trust and betrayal.

2017 Women in Film "From Our Dark Side" Contest - Winner . 2015 Unhanged Arthur Award for Best Unpublished First Crime Novel - Winner . 2014 Telegraph/Harvill Secker Crime Competition - Shortlisted . 2014 Southwest Writers Annual Novel Writing Contest - Silver Winner . 2014 Criminal Lines Crime-Writing Competition - Shortlisted . 2014 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award - Longlisted
Elle Wild grew up in a dark, rambling farmhouse in the wilds of Canada where there was nothing to do but read Edgar Allan Poe and watch PBS mysteries. She is an award-winning short filmmaker and the former host of Wide Awake on CBC Radio One. Her debut novel, Strange Things Done, won the Arthur Ellis Award for Best First Novel. Wild li...
Title:Strange Things DoneFormat:PaperbackDimensions:304 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 0.84 inPublished:September 24, 2016Publisher:DundurnLanguage:English

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PrologueThe pattern of her demise became suddenly clear, as though adark kaleidoscope had just been turned. Everything snappedinto focus then: the sharpness of the stars, the bowed outlines oftrees, the expression on his face. A blast of arctic air hit her with such force that it made hergasp and take a step back, breaking a crisp skin of snow. He movedforward, her partner in the same terrible dance. The air betweenthem was charged, and out of the corner of her vision she saw somethingflash, as though the intent written on his face had become atangible, physical force. She turned to flee into the shadows of theforest, but he caught the sleeve of her parka, then grabbed her bythe throat. Impossible to twist away, though she railed and shoved.He swung her hard and the kaleidoscope turned again-filling herwith a bright shower of sparks and then blackness.***Gradually she heard a distant clamour and something beingdragged; that something was her. But what really bothered herwas the bone-aching cold.She opened her eyes and found herself staring up at tangle ofstars. She marvelled for a moment at the emerald hue of the sky.How did she get here? Where was she going? The stars lookedjittery. Not quite right. She felt like some lost explorer, painfullyscanning from the Great Bear to Polaris, as though mapping thenight sky would help pinpoint her location. But the stars wouldnot stay still and it hurt to look at them. She turned her headaway and saw instead the jagged silhouette of trees flashing pastin jerky stops and starts. Snow and ice scraped against her cheek. She felt herself lifted into the air and seated on something.A fence, perhaps. For one teetery moment, she balanced there,her arms hung loosely around someone's shoulders like a sleepychild. Somewhere below her, the roaring grew louder. She wasdimly aware of a tilting feeling, the needling scent of pine, andthat she was slipping backwards. She lifted her head and theireyes met, a fleeting exchange filled with mutual surprise, and sheremembered everything. She tumbled backwards, kicking and clawing at the emptinessas she fell. Her panicked hands reached out to the swirlingmass of northern lights above her, an undulating pattern thatformed a last wordless message while the river below rushed upto meet her.

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The Girl on the Train meets Robert Service. - Toronto Star