Eleven stories of murder, obsession, fear and–sometimes–redemption. Featuring stories published in Alfred Hitchcock’s, Ellery Queen’s, and more, Nowhere To Go is a collection of Iain Rowan’s best short crime stories.
Iain’s short fiction has been reprinted in Year’s Best anthologies, won a Derringer Award, been voted into readers’ top ten of the year, and been the basis for a novel shortlisted for the UK Crime Writers’ Association’s Debut Dagger award.
“During the five years that I published Hardluck Stories, One Step Closer and Moth were two of my favorite stories. I loved the nuances and true heartfelt emotion that Iain filled his stories with, and Iain quickly became a must read author for me–everything I read of Iain’s had this tragic, and sometimes, horrific beauty filling it, and was guaranteed to be something special.”
— Dave Zeltserman, author of Outsourced, and Washington Postbest books of year Small Crimes and Pariah
“A short story writer of the highest calibre.”
— Allan Guthrie, author of Top Ten Kindle Bestseller Bye Bye Baby, winner of Theakston’s Crime Novel of the Year
“Iain Rowan’s stories never fail to surprise and delight, and just when you think you know what will happen next, you realize how much you’ve been caught unaware.”
— Sarah Weinman, writer, critic, reviewer, columnist for theLos Angeles Times and News Editor for Publishers Marketplace
“Iain Rowan is both a meticulous and a passionate writer, and these stories showcase his ample talent wonderfully well. You owe it to yourself to discover Rowan’s fiction if you haven’t already had the pleasure.”
— Jeff Vandermeer, author of Finch, Shriek:An Afterword, City of Saints and Madmen; two-time winner of the World Fantasy Award
ONE STEP CLOSER: Life jumps the rails, runs away from you and there’s no catching it up. Not ever.
THE CHAIN: “You know what this is about, Mr Jackson,” the voice said.
A WALK IN THE PARK: Mason didn’t know much about the man they had been sent to kill.
ONE OF US: “You must be the doctor,” he said.
TWO NIGHTS’ WORK: As soon as the short man opened his bag, I knew what was going on.
EASY JOB: Harry could never resist an easy job, and the place on the moors road was the king of easy jobs.
FAKE: “Get me one note please, Mr Rogers. Any one. Pick it at random.”
MOTHS: “You’ve been watching me, haven’t you,” she said.
CHAIRMAN OF THE BORED: Oh, and I killed someone else too, but he was old and pointless and I doubt anybody noticed.
THE REMAINS OF MY ESTATE: I am the Alcatraz of the ironic. Nothing gets out of here alive.
NOWHERE TO GO: The man took a step out, then back, then stopped, no time any more, nowhere to go.