By Stephen Greenall
Sutton doesn’t just like the 3 a.m. cellphone calls. He may still swap his number—that method Rawson wouldn’t have it. Sutton’s top mate is a hero cop, yet strife flows via him like a highway.
He used to be speculated to die younger. possibly Millar will do it for him: she’s the recent younger detective from inner who nonetheless thinks mind and integrity will take her locations. If she doesn’t watch her step, she may discover what they're…
This is the tale of excellent canine residing in a bad-news town—a aromatic harbour urban the place the judges are lifeless, the vendettas vigorous and each glittering fortune hides a sin.
An epic novel of corruption, homicide and the real nature of justice, Winter site visitors announces the coming of a compelling new voice in literary crime.
Stephen Greenall used to be born in Moree in 1976. His writing has seemed in Overland and he gained the 2014 NSW Writers Centre Varuna Fellowship. Winter Traffic is his first novel and used to be recommended within the 2014 Victorian Premier's Literary Award for an Unpublished Manuscript.
‘The strangeness of timelines and darkly evocative language is drawing me deeper into its spell. Set in Sydney, the writing is equivalent to muscular Nick Cave-esque lyrics telling of high-class escorts in japanese suburbs brothels, bikies and laconic tough-guys nursing damaged hearts. One for the darkish poets.’ Abbey’s Bookshop
‘An edgy, hard-nosed mystery set in a Sydney luminous from the skin and darkish inside, held jointly via corruption, cash, and revenge. learn this one in dim lighting fixtures with a difficult drink on your hand.’ Readings
‘Greenall has created a fast paced story with an unique plot whose twists and turns hold the reader guessing whereas last utterly plausible. The intricacies of the plot will remain within the brain of the reader lengthy after the final web page is turned.’ BookMooch
‘Sydney's underbelly has been uncovered prior to in crime fiction, yet Greenall's visceral verse offers the style an eloquent kick within the guts.’ Herald sunlight
‘The publishers assert Stephen Greenall is within the culture of Peter Temple, however the actual resemblance is that mad puppy of mayhem and homicide James Ellroy…His sort is not anything if no longer energised. it really is slick with the sweat of its personal throbbing enthusiasm. a kind of heroic poetry, just like the wobbling digital camera in a Michael Mann film.’ Saturday Paper
‘Emotions run excessive through the novel and the language, just like the characterisation, is extravagant, usually melodic, reminiscent the following of the poems of Ern Malley, falling into the rhythms of Banjo Paterson…the publication rewards by way of its very oddity, its using rhythms and the audacious language within which it frames it advanced plot.’ SA Weekend