Spotlight books today are the first two in the four-part Caecilius Rex saga. A novella saga by K.C. Finn.
"A story is never a good story unless it starts with a murder. The more unusual the murder, the better the story, generally speaking. Meet Caecilius (KAI-KILL-EE-USS) Rex, a young detective in the not-too-distant future, a smog-filled post apocalyptic world riddled with crime and conspiracy. When a new case quite literally falls at Rex's feet, he teams up with his neighbour and associate Kendra Nai, an ex-army sergeant recently dismissed, to investigate. Little do they know that the events of The Atomic Circus will be the first step to solving the case of a lifetime."
Excerpt Chapter 14.
“Death?”
Kendra says under her breath. “Oh sure, I feel like taking a little drop of DEATH today, don’t you?”
She and
Cae are at the back of a very large crowd, waiting to reach the traders at the
front.
“I
would suggest,” answers Cae as he is shoved further forward by the increasingly
large mass behind him. “That DEATH
is a substance one would give to other people.”
“What
do you do, put a spoonful in their coffee?” She replies.
“That
works,” says a suited man behind her. “But it’s getting them to stay dead
afterwards that’s the trick.”
Cae is
heavily disturbed by the pleasant and calm tone of the man, but he doesn’t have
time to judge. “This stuff wears off pretty fast, then?” He asks.
“An
hour for every five grams,” answers the man, “it takes about sixty grams to
make sure they’re actually dead.”
“Thanks
for the tip,” says Cae.
“Any
time,” the cheerful murderer replies with a smile.
As they
near the front of the stall the effects of the various powders on sale become
more and more apparent. A very short man barges past Kendra forcefully,
clutching a bottle of POWERFUL. Two
young women float past absently after him, sharing out powder-bags full of FORGET. Rather worryingly, several
people pass by with dark looks and copious handfuls of FEAR, PAIN and DEATH. Cae makes a silent note to
himself to review the mysterious poisonings of last September with Damian when
he gets back to work.
“It’s
not all bad, you know,” says a young girl dressed in rags when she passes
Kendra. “Some things in life are good.” Kendra gives her a sad look, catching
sight of a carton of HOPE big enough
for a whole family.
Cae
suddenly sees how easy it might have been for Brooks to get hooked into this
place. If these drugs really do what they say, then one taste of BLISS or JOY would never be enough. The detective observes the pricings and
quantities when he gets close enough to the front. The happiest emotions are
extortionately priced, as are the opposite extremes. DEATH is the most expensive, closely followed by LOVE, which is apparently sold out
until February.
A
moment later he and Kendra reach the front. A young girl in a lab coat and a
brilliant white gasmask looks them up and down.
“What
can I get you?” Asks the girl, holding what looks like a scoop for confectionery.
Reviews:
"I found this book gripping and really enjoyable; I couldn't put it down and it had a really nice twist at the end. I will certainly buy the next one."
"Awesome book, couldn't put it down! Really good concept and brilliantly written. Love all of the characters. Can't wait for the next book. :)"
"Am looking forward to reading the next three books in this series. The main characters are easily imagined and the book is quite easy to read. Hurry up and give us the next case to solve."
"Following the events of The Atomic Circus, Detective Caecilius Rex returns with a whole new mystery to solve. A series of stranglings spark a new intrigue for the young detective that is fraught with danger, along with an unlikely alliance and a startling discovery that will turn Rex’s world upside down. Continue the mysterious journey with the second volume in the Caecilius Rex saga."
Excerpt Chapter 11.
You
know who your friends are when you suddenly become homeless. Kendra had all too
cheerfully informed Cae that her repairman would not be back to fix the
filtration system in her house until Monday, which meant six more nights on the
couch for the young detective. At the breakfast table on Wednesday morning Cae
nurses his aching back while Kendra paws through the forensic reports from both
crime scenes.
“Clear
finger-marks, but no finger-prints on the necks of the deceased,”
she reads. “So whoever did it was wearing gloves.”
At the
last word she can’t help but glance at Cae’s hands, or more specifically the one
hand that is currently un-gloved. His right hand still bears the faint marks
where the stitches along his fingers have dissolved, but other than a rough
line here and there, the skin is relatively smooth. It almost looks like a
normal hand now. More natural lines have formed around his knuckles and
fingers; it is only his cuticles that bear the tell-tale signs of the shiny,
red acid marks that still reside across the rest of his top half.
Cae
puts his hand under the table, starting to use his cereal spoon clumsily from
his left instead. Kendra takes this as a sign to read on.
“There’s
an inventory of what was destroyed at the lab… No traces of DNA found anywhere
near either body. These kills were completely clean.” Kendra looks up from the
papers. “Remind me why we’re not doing this at the station?” She asks.
Cae
scowls. “Because the other DI’s are poking their noses into my case,” he
replies. “Yours is the only nose I want involved.”
Kendra
gives him a small smirk. She returns her gaze to the papers, scanning with her
dark brown eyes, and a few minutes pass.
“Oh
no,” she says quietly.
“What?”
Asks Cae, his spoon slipping out of his grasp. It lands in his bowl with a
clang.
Kendra
holds up one piece of paper. “This inventory’s not just about destroyed items.
Some things are missing.”
“Some
things like what?” Cae questions, forgetting about his right hand as he uses it
to take the paper.
“Third
block down,” Kendra guides.
He
finds the place, blue eyes widening. “Two blood samples unaccounted for,” he
says as he reads the long-winded paragraph. “No evidence to suggest they were
smashed in the attack.” Cae pauses to look up at Kendra. “Wonder whose they
were?” He muses.
“Read
on,” she says in a serious tone.
And
after a moment, Cae echoes her “Oh no” with one of his own.
“They’re
our blood samples,” Kendra says. “Just yours and mine are missing. That kid
must’ve taken them.”
“Well I
won’t get another word out of him,” Cae sighs. “He just keeps saying he can’t
betray his family’s secrets.” Cae puts down the paper and rubs his face with
the un-gloved hand, ruffling his black hair. “You know what this means, don’t
you?” He questions.
Kendra
raises a dark brow.
“Somebody’s
trying to kill us again,” Cae completes.
Little Author Bio:
Born in South Wales to Raymond and Jennifer Finn, Kimberley Charlotte Elisabeth Finn (known to readers as K.C., otherwise it'd be too much of a mouthful) was one of those corny little kids who always wanted to be a writer. She was also incredibly stubborn, and so has finally achieved that dream in 2013 with the release of her first two novellas in the four-part Caecilius Rex saga.
As a sufferer with the medical condition M.E./C.F.S., Kim works part time as a private tutor and a teacher of creative writing, devoting the remainder of her time to writing novels and studying for an MA in Education and Linguistics.
As a sufferer with the medical condition M.E./C.F.S., Kim works part time as a private tutor and a teacher of creative writing, devoting the remainder of her time to writing novels and studying for an MA in Education and Linguistics.
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