Last year, I had an existential crisis. I had known for years that all my favorite authors are dead, but I had not fully come to terms with the fact that that means…no. more. books.
Even though I still have quite a few Ngaio Marsh and Margery Allinghams to look forward to, Agatha Christie and Dorothy Sayers are tapped out, and eventually they will all be all gone.
Then one day I woke up from a dream. Only a fragment remained, but that fragment was a detective. I liked him. I liked him a lot. And I set about a quest to make him real, to see if other people might like him too.
![Mister Mottley Gets His Man - Cover Art by Russell Taylor for KabukiHaus.com](http://ellenseltz.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Final-Cover-small-MMGHM-187x300.jpg)
His name is Edmund Mottley. He lives in London in 1932. He enjoys Elgar, Manouche Jazz, and Orphic Cubism. He describes himself as a Specialist in Discreet Enquiries, and he is in complete denial about how much he needs a sidekick.
His story will shortly be available on Amazon in Kindle and paperback. I’d like to offer you a preview – go to the page called “Meet Mister Mottley,” or you can just click here.
And here’s a shot of the cover, I just got it and I’m kind of in love with it…