The Blind Detective
Christina Koning
Having read it
★★★★☆
Good writing, good mystery and good characters and perceptions making for an intriguing story which, despite, in one’s humble opinion, it having a little too much exposition in places, it had a good spirit, pace and plenty of steady drama to maintain this reader’s interest.
Oh, and I didn’t guess the killer correctly, nor motives!
A good passage
[...] He’d never known what it meant before, that story about Lazarus coming out of his grave. He was Lazarus. Death had wrapped him in its embrace but he’d broken free, and walked out, into the light . . .
Not that it was light, exactly, where he was now: a sort of twilight, rather. Yellowish, like a dirty pea-souper. He’d one-eighth of his vision in his right eye, the doctor who’d patched him up had told him. That meant he could distinguish light from dark, and shapes of things, if the light was good enough. Everything else was lost to him.
People’s faces, flowers, the colour of the sky, but if you said the word ‘blue’, that was what he saw, or thought he saw, like an echo of long-ago heard music in the brain.