Karen Chisholm

It's that time of the year where posting becomes erratic and reading consumes every spare moment. Sometimes life is hard ;)

From the Blurb:

“There was Polly’s tokotoko on the ground. Carved and polished, with its eel head, the snout inlaid with pāua. Alexia picked it up and cracked it across the cop’s shoulders. She raised it again and hit and hit. She would stop this.”