![]() ![]() ![]() Granted, in this case the old manor house is Preservation Station and the flood is an armed picket ship ordered to keep all craft from leaving, but you get the point. A locked-room variant where, as soon as the body is discovered (, Line 1), the old manor house is closed, everyone is shut inside and a convenient flood wipes out the only bridge off the island. An IT thriller (like so many Murderbot stories) that functions at least partially as a forensic examination of linked surveillance and data systems. ![]() A cozy mystery garlanded with plasma cannons and spaceships. Martha Wells' newest entry in her award-winning, nerd-charming, trope-bending Murderbot series, Fugitive Telemetry, is a lot of things that you probably don't expect. Imagine that Agatha Christie or Nancy Atherton woke up one morning and decided to set their newest ticking-clock, cozy mystery not in some quaint English seaside village but in a quaint, progressive orbital station that Angela Lansbury's Jessica Fletcher was hurled forward a thousand years to find herself tutting over the body of a dead spaceman dumped in a hallway - no fingerprints, no DNA, no record of how he got there or who did him in. Armed and armored against all the evils that men do. Imagine for a moment that Hercule Poirot was a robot. ![]()
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