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Authors: Nicola Griffith

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Praise for Nicola Griffith and Aud Torvingen
“Griffith is a writer of considerable gifts. Her sentences shimmer, her powers of observation and description are razor sharp.”
—The New York Times Book Review
“Aud Torvingen is one of my favorite kick-ass, supercompetent, cool-headed, hot-blooded, semilegal girls. . . . She knows how to fight, kill, survive, and think.”
—Salon
“Griffith has a fine way with character and sure talent.”
—Los Angeles Times
“Griffith’s real genius is a portrayal of the brilliant, though damaged, Aud . . . a woman who loses herself in the beauty and balletic control of pure violence yet seeks salvation.”
—The Village Voice
“The sexiest action figure since James Bond, six blond feet of sinew, muscle, and bone. She’s also an ex-cop, a martial arts instructor, a master carpenter, and a private dick for hire. She’s beautiful, she’s independently wealthy, she’s in perfect shape: she’s downright deadly. And sorry, guys: she’s into girls.”
—Seattle Weekly
“[Aud] is sleek, sexy, and decidedly dangerous . . . everything a suspense novel heroine should be.”
—The Advocate

Stay
is simply gorgeous—a powerful character study in the rough domain of mystery and adventure. It is also a courageous and frank portrait of grief, deeply complex and completely true. There was not one misstep, not one moment when I was not being pulled along hoping for some life-saving miracle. And when it happens, it feels real—stubborn human nature doing what it does.
Stay
made me glad to read it.”
—Dorothy Allison
"A noir thriller with a female protagonist who makes La Femme Nikita look like a Powerpuff Girl.”
—Details
"Griffith’s tautly balanced prose perfectly complements her heroine’s erratic progress. . . . [She] skillfully links sensual details with emotional content, anchoring us firmly in Aud’s brutal, beautiful world.” —
The Seattle Times
“Griffith employs a crime thriller’s page-turning audacity and hard-boiled heroine without succumbing to cheap genre clichés. Like the protagonist, the language has a steely snap to it. . . .
Stay
is a captivating read.”
—Out
“Aud, the protagonist of this novel, is an intuitive, old-fashioned sleuth who would do Elmore Leonard proud.”
—Entertainment Weekly
“Griffith’s prose is at once brutal and beautifully wrought.
Stay
has a central character both hard-boiled and a softie at heart, and momentum like a car wreck.”
—The San Diego Union-Tribune
“Griffith switches genres and breathes life into an appealing heroine in this smoothly plotted pulse-slammer. . . . Readers will want to see more of Aud Torvingen.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Well-crafted, evocatively written and swift paced,
The Blue Place
is for devotees of classic, hard-edged detective tales. . . . But this isn’t simply a thriller [but] an excursion into the more disturbing sides of psyches. . . . Ultimately
The Blue Place
is, as all good thrillers and all the best literary fiction are, a novel of quests and identity.”
—Lambda Book Report
“Griffith has already won herself Lambda and Nebula awards . . . and she seems destined to add to her laurels.”
—The Washington Post Book World
“A heroine who is a cold-blooded killing machine . . . but superfit, super-bright Aud is certainly one watchable sleuth and may win Griffith quite a following of less squeamish readers.”
—Booklist
"The novel goes down like honey, full of the quirky detail that makes a good mystery great. . . . If pretty girls and danger don’t grab you, the plot will.”
—Out
“Griffith clearly challenges us to understand a radically atypical—or perhaps just typically ignored—aspect of the female psyche: the fine line between brutality and passion. She produces passages that provoke and startle . . . finely rendered observations. The novel soars. Aud’s ‘blue place’—where women glow with the elated, bluish tinge of power rather than the black and blue marks of victimhood—is a peculiar and unsettling place indeed.”
—The Woman’s Review of Books
“Griffith proves she can write crime fiction that stacks up more than favorably with the work of the best writers in the field. . . . Dennis Lehane, Andrew Vachss, and James Lee Burke have each taken crime fiction to a new level and each has expanded the possibilities of the genre. Nicola Griffith is the next name on a very short list.”
—The News Tribune
ALSOBY NICOLA GRIFFITH
STAY
THEBLUE PLACE
SLOW RIVER
AMMONITE
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Griffith, Nicola.
Always / Nicola Griffith.
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1. Torvingen, Aud (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Ex-police officers—Fiction. 3.
Lesbians—Fiction. 4. Self-defense for women—Fiction. 5. Real estate investment—Fiction. 6.
Fraud investigation—Fiction. 7. Atlanta (Ga.)—Fiction. 8. Seattle (Wash.)—Fiction. I. Title.
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For Kelley, my queen
ONE
IF YOU WALK INTO A BAR AND THERE’S A MAN WITH A KNIFE, WHAT DO YOU DO ?
Walk out again. If you can. In Atlanta it had been a kitchen, and a woman, and I couldn’t.
It’s a five-hour nonstop flight from Atlanta to Seattle. I had slept the first three hours, but I didn’t want to sleep anymore. If you don’t sleep, you don’t dream. I pressed my forehead against the vibrating cabin window and stared down at the Rockies, visible only as winks of snow in the setting sun.
Next to me, Dornan stirred and put his guidebook facedown on his lap. He peered over my shoulder at the scenery below. His T-shirt was still very white and his eyes very blue, but his hair, just long enough to hint at waviness, was flat at the back. “Looks like Mars,” he said.
I nodded. There were places there where no one had walked. Perhaps one day I would go exploring.
Dornan leaned back. “You missed dinner.” It was unclear from his tone whether he thought that was good or bad.
“I can eat when we get there.”
“I don’t know,” he said, and tapped the book on his lap. “I’ve been reading the tourist guide. The good restaurants mostly seem to shut at ten.” Right around when we’d be landing. “There’s always room service.”
You can’t learn much about a city from a hotel room, and I needed to hit the ground running. My mother would arrive in two days. “Let’s talk about it when we get there.”
Books were all well and good—I’d already read several histories, maps, and guides to Seattle since deciding on the trip—but I preferred somatic information to extra-somatic. I would know what I wanted to do when I smelled the air and tasted the water.
“So,” Dornan said. “You haven’t told me much about the new bloke.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Your new stepdad.”
I looked at him.
“Well, he is, technically. So what’s the story? You haven’t even told me his name.”
I opened my bag—once again I resented the nasty ripping sound of the Velcro flap, and missed the bag I’d given away—and pulled out the report.
“Eric Loedessoel,” Dornan said, reading over my shoulder. “Wait.” He pulled back. “You researched your stepdad?”
“It wasn’t difficult.”
“That’s not . . .” He shook his head.
I leafed through the list of sources: medical bills, brokerage accounts, limousine service, phone records, grocery bills, restaurant bills, and so on. Then the data itself. There was a photograph of Loedessoel taken last year in Washington, D.C., and a photo of his new wife, dated two months ago.
She was wearing a hacking jacket and turtleneck, a riding hat tucked under her left arm. I wondered what the photo opportunity had been, and why she looked happy. She hated horses. Her hair was dark honey streaked with grey, and cut in a soft, chin-length bob. It looked all wrong; my mother had had long hair for as long as I could remember. She had gained a few pounds. She looked younger and softer.
“Thumbnail sketch,” I said. “Male Caucasian, mid-fifties, five feet eleven, hundred and seventy-eight pounds, grey hair, grey-blue eyes. Born in Bergen to Norwegian parents; two sisters, one brother. Parents deceased. First year of medical school in Oslo, where he married a Danish woman, and the remaining years in Seattle, at the University of Washington. Graduated in the top third of his class. Never practiced, though.” No hint as to why. “Divorced the Danish wife a few months after graduation.”
“Children?”
“No.”
“Thank heaven for small mercies.”
My stomach squeezed. The possibility of step-siblings hadn’t occurred to me. “Job in Washington, D.C., with the Norwegian trade delegation. Climbed the ladder. Directorships in several pharmaceutical and biotech companies. Financially stable. Current residence in London.” Chelsea. I wondered if and when he would move into my mother’s official ambassador’s residence. I wondered if she still actually lived there.
I read some more. Dornan returned to staring out the window.
Loedessoel’s net worth was nearly four million dollars. Well matched with my mother’s assets. It would have seemed a lot to me four years ago. I started skimming. Clothes, hair, and manicure spending about what you’d expect for someone in his position. Cars: many purchases and resales. In the last three years, a Porsche Carrera, a Jaguar S-type, a Maserati, a vintage Bentley—that one had been sold after numerous high bills for replacement parts.

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