Riga Mortis

A well written read that grips as well as releases, but only to a stylistic nightmare of dark alleys and twisted souls, wherein escape is the only answer. Escape you must! Try Ilze Berzins book, Riga Mortis. She is an excellent writer. If mystery and devious plottings are an elusive thing to you, delve into the fantastic creations of a brilliant author, who holds back no punches, and her prose will accost you when you least expect it, so that you must read on, lest face the inevitable night sweats and shaky limbs from the maligned forces at play, trying to get the best of what is good and right, with a play on pureness that is truly evil. A must for anyone pplanning a trip to Riga, Latvia. Keep your copy tucked under your arm because the rhye shrewdness of its author will keep you engrossed for hours, hungry for more, and ready to snatch her next book off the bookstore table with your teeth! The inevitable is that you will howl with a nocturnal guilty pleasure, of long lost and sought for ancestral slaverings urged to leave behind a life as a bump on every log now courageously overturned, to reveal the worms and all, yet in the most delectably crafted way that the english language has to offer those fascinated by corruption, the underworld, sprees of crime so insiduous, they induce the gag reflex, lined with Ilze Berzins flaxen seedlings of grammared geometry that circumnavigate all known responses to the forthright and stalwarthy view of a prevailing existence, all ending in a suspenseful shambling culmination of Baltic slime, plunged once and forevermore into nary do wellness by the philosopy of creed that is espoused in this tale of cherished dreams, shattered and forgotten, until now.