The Singing of the Dead pdf

达娜·斯塔贝诺（达娜斯塔贝诺，1952 年 3 月 27 日出生于阿拉斯加安克雷奇）是一位美国科幻小说、悬疑/犯罪小说、悬疑/惊悚小说和历史冒险小说作家。斯塔贝诺的许多书籍都以她的家乡阿拉斯加为背景，她在那里由她的单亲母亲抚养长大，她在阿拉斯加湾的一个鱼苗馆工作和生活，并以对阿拉斯加地理、地质、天气和野生动物的大量描述为特色。斯塔贝诺于 1973 年获得阿拉斯加大学新闻学学士学位，并且，在决定尝试成为一名作家后，后来参加了 UAA 的 MFA 计划。她的第一部小说《第二颗星》于 1990 年被 王牌科幻小说 收购。随后又出版了另外两本科幻小说。她的第一部 食物和酒 悬疑小说《谋杀的寒冷日子》于 1993 年获得了埃德加最佳平装原著奖。她 2011 年的 食物和酒 悬疑小说 虽然没有死 获得了 2012 年 Nero 奖。2007 年，斯塔贝诺 被评为阿拉斯加年度艺术家2011 年，斯塔贝诺 在她的博客上写了一篇内容丰富的文章，讲述了她童年的阅读经历以及这些经历如何影响她写侦探小说。

The Singing of the Dead pdf 达娜斯塔贝诺

Kate Shugak joins the staff of a political campaign to work security for a Native woman running for state senator. The candidate has been receiving anonymous threats, and Kate is to become her shadow, watching the crowds at rallies and fund-raisers. But just as she's getting started, the campaign is rocked by the murder of their staff researcher. To track the killer, Kate will have to delve into the past, in particular the grisly murder of a 'good-time girl' during the Klondike Gold Rush of 1915. Little can she guess the impact a ninety-year-old unsolved case might have on a modern-day psychotic killer...
"She walked out on stage wrapped in fifty yards of sheer white chiffon, a pair of high-heeled shoes with jeweled buckles, and nothing else. There was a second of stunned silence in the packed, smoky saloon, before deafening and prolonged approval threatened to raise the roof She waited, a faint smile on her face, for the first roar to moderate and pitched her voice to be heard. “Good evening, gentlemen, and welcome to the Double Eagle’s Christmas Eve auction.” Her voice was husky, with the slight hint of an accent she tried to control. She let her smile broaden, giving it her special up-from-under and through-the-lashes look, part Madonna, part whore, all woman, and added, “I’m the best present you’ll ever find under any Christmas tree you ever saw.” This time the stage literally trembled beneath her feet, and she gave a fleeting thought to all the gold dust spilled on the floor this night, now being shaken through the cracks in the floorboards. It wouldn’t go to waste. Japanese Jack and Big Ben Bentson would crawl beneath the building the next morning to sweep it up and add it to the night’s till. Likely she wouldn’t see her percentage, but at the moment she couldn’t allow herself to be distracted by that realization."