Harrison Drake

A dream of death is a mixture of suspense, mystery & crime, thriller. Written byHarrison Drake, a Canadian writer.

A dream of death follows a man called Detective Lincoln Munroe. He begins having strange dreams, of him digging up skeleton remains in the forest beneath a bloody knife. These dreams to him personally feel real, therefore really effect him.
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Eventually his dreams come true and Lincoln is called to Algonquin Park to assist on a case to excavate skeleton remains, that were put their 25 years prior.Lincoln recognised the place, because 25 years prior he was at the same place when a man tried to kidnap him, when Lincolns dad came and killed the man (by accident).

This book was a quick and fun read, the story is kind of given away at the beginning and you guess the plot, but even though you know the plot, things still shock you or take you by surprise.

I enjoyed the whole aspect of the book and would read more of Harrison Drakes work.

I rate this book 4 silver stars.

Happy reading.… (mais)

Canadian Detective Lincoln Charles Monroe and his partner, Kara Jameson, are looking for a serial killer. The victims are women whose husbands work at night. The murder scenes are somewhat gruesome, especially at the beginning. A slight change in the method results in the murders happening more rapidly. The case is absorbing most of Monroe’s time and is creating a problem in his marriage. He was determined to find the killer. “Serial killers often got to the point where they wanted to be caught, if only to finally get the recognition of having their name attached to their crimes.”
Meanwhile, Monroe, who has a degree in archeology, has begun having nightmares which give him a premonition in a case being pursued by his college friend, Chen, following of the discovery of a skull which had been buried for at least twenty years. At that site, Link finds a wristwatch which belonged to his father who is in a retirement home suffering from Alzheimer’s.
On the whole, the story lines are all right and generally flow well. However, the characters didn’t seem genuine. For an experienced detective, Monroe seems to be falling apart. The initial case is getting to him much more than one would expect and he frequently reacts physically to it. His wife should be used to him devoting so much time to cases and not become so upset about this one. When we learn who the murderer is, his motive doesn’t seem to fit the crimes.
At one point, Monroe complains about someone’s grammatical error, using “seen” instead of “saw.” However, he frequently misuses the first person singular subjective pronoun “I” when the objective “me” is required.
This book was a free Amazon download.… (mais)

A blasé two stars, or a solid three?

First let me just say that I was incredibly creeped out by this book. Not in the traditional sense of horror or terror (for some reason those just make me feel rather bored. Or worse yet put me to sleep.), but rather because the main character was unbalanced, and there was always the potential that he would go overboard and do something drastic. I suppose that is what I was looking for, and I felt rather cheated at the end when no such thing occurred. I did feel at times the main characters emotions and in this Harrison Drake has succeeded where other authors have not: he made me feel something about his characters.
Yet I have rated it two stars. The reason I have done so is because his idea went nowhere. It was more of a narration of what anyone's life could be. We do not read fiction to know what an average life is; that is for non-fiction, or experience. We read fiction to study humanity, to look at the deeper meaning of why we do things. Instead Mr. Drake went about the most superficial part of the human psyche. So all told I would have been better served going to the park, or library or somewhere where large amounts of people are together and studied certain individuals. It would have amounted to the same.
As the boy/man says, all told this book is not the length of the protagonists life; it is the measure of the darkness where he was alive.… (mais)