Pogrom

Pogrom is a colourful cocktail of fantasy, satire and contemporary juices; shaken and stirred and decorated with slices of humour and the odd iceberg. Like a burnt umbrella, tongue-in-cheekiness rests upon the lip of the glass. Being a fantasy, Pogrom is a novel that is set just comfortably outside of our world, nothing more than an imaginative light year of two. Pogrom begins in Lodnun, capital city of Lodzamonkeze, with a murder. The question is: will it end with one too? Murder happens. It’s just that DI Kalashnikov can’t recall the last time overkill landed on his dilapidated, uncluttered desk. But investigating a murder was like riding a dragon; ‘you never forgot’ did you? Not that he’s ridden a dragon; after all they don’t exist, do they? And what exactly is a pogrom? Shhhh! Here do be... witches, sorcerers and monsters. ‘Enormous fun.’