Karen Chisholm

Final from a long weekend where a little more socialising than reading occurred.

From the Blurb:

The darkness felt tangible. Like it was pressing against my blind eyes … We were going to die here. Slowly, slowly.

Trish McCormack


I write crime fiction by night and work as an archivist by day. I grew up at Franz Josef Glacier and worked in various national parks before spending 10 years as a journalist on a small-town newspaper. I set my mysteries in some of New Zealand's most beautiful places. My glacier guide sleuth Philippa Barnes lives the dream, retreating to the icy spaces of the glacier when she needs time alone.

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