Andrew James Greig

'The Bone Clock'

Bog | Engelsk

The young oak tree with freshly budding leaves seemed unremarkable until his eyes travelled down to the wooden plaque set into the ground. The words sent an icy chill through his heart: They shall remember you . In the Scottish Highlands where secrets set

'The Devil's Cut'

Bog | Engelsk

The summit was just a few more minutes' climb as the bottle slipped from his weakening grip. He was aware that he was dying. Not here. Not now. Not alone. Through the pain, his mind screamed a silent final eulogy. When a distillery owner's body is