If asked, I would have sworn on a stack of bibles that I had read everything Greg Iles ever wrote - or at least, everything he had ever published. Then last week I rescued Turning Angel from the bottom a a ragged cardboard box in the garage. The book had obviously been around for years - had seen better days - it looked like it had been read a dozen times.
Most of the characters were familiar from other tales Iles wrote about Natchez, but I would swear that the story was absolutely new. I don't know how, if I had owned it since 2005 (and read the books that came before and after) I could have missed it.
My memory probably isn't what it used to be, but I don't think it has deteriorated to the point I could re-read a book for the very first time.
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