When a lucky fisherman hooks a fabulous golden-scaled fish, it seems the future prosperity of the island of Liteos is assured. But fifteen years later, the golden fish are all but gone, and the fishers’ nets bring up increasingly poor catches from an almost barren sea. Then a young couple discover a body in a remote cove, and the dead man is identified as Tassos Hardouvelis, an entrepreneur who envisioned a new future for Liteos’s fishermen – a vision not everyone welcomed. Was Tassos’s death an accident? How could he have died at two different times? And is there more than one killer at the heart of this baffling mystery?
In his eighth case, enigmatic investigator Hermes Diaktoros enters a world of lively red herrings where the ties of blood are strong and the truth is painstakingly obscured. Sizzling in the summer heat, The Gifts of Poseidon is a hymn to Greece, to its beauty, its people and its food. Against this delectable back-drop, it is above all a compelling and dramatic story of the extraordinary sacrifices ordinary people will make to protect the ones they love.
Anne Zouroudi writes beautifully - her books have all the sparkle and light of the island landscapes in which she sets them... Lovely, delicious prose and plot - as tasty as one of those irresistible honey-soaked Greek confections (Alexander McCall Smith)
Diaktoros is a delight. Half Poirot, half deus ex machina, but far more earth-bound than his first name suggests, the portly detective has an other-worldly, Marlowesque incorruptibility as he waddles through the mean olive groves (Guardian)
In his eighth case, enigmatic investigator Hermes Diaktoros enters a world of lively red herrings where the ties of blood are strong and the truth is painstakingly obscured. Sizzling in the summer heat, The Gifts of Poseidon is a hymn to Greece, to its beauty, its people and its food. Against this delectable back-drop, it is above all a compelling and dramatic story of the extraordinary sacrifices ordinary people will make to protect the ones they love.
Anne Zouroudi writes beautifully - her books have all the sparkle and light of the island landscapes in which she sets them... Lovely, delicious prose and plot - as tasty as one of those irresistible honey-soaked Greek confections (Alexander McCall Smith)
Diaktoros is a delight. Half Poirot, half deus ex machina, but far more earth-bound than his first name suggests, the portly detective has an other-worldly, Marlowesque incorruptibility as he waddles through the mean olive groves (Guardian)
