Squid’s Grief


Finished Squid’s Grief by DK Mok.  I received a copy from the author for review.


Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Squids-Grief-DK-Mok/dp/0994431503

The paperback will also be available at Barnes & Noble and The Book Depository in the coming weeks.


Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AYMHPQA

Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/squids-grief-dk-mok/1123308255?ean=2940152775105

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/squid-s-grief



Summary (from Goodreads):

In the seething metropolis of Baltus City, car-hacker Squid is desperate for a fresh start. She dreams of a normal life and a respectable job, where retirement comes with a pension plan, not an exit wound. Determined to break free from the criminal syndicate that commands her, she agrees to one last heist. But when she rescues a cheerful amnesiac from the trunk of a stolen car, her decision to help him sends her own plans into a tailspin.

Squid and the amnesiac–soon nicknamed Grief–rapidly find themselves caught between warring criminal factions, shadowy vigilantes, and Squid’s own hopes for a better future.

As she investigates deeper into the mystery of Grief’s true identity, Squid begins to uncover a past darker than her own, setting her on a collision course with the enigmatic crime lords who rule Baltus City.”


Squid prayed for red.

A million crucial decisions and damning mistakes had brought her to this point, where her continued existence depended on the mercy of chaos theory. She could still dig herself out, somehow. All she needed was a miracle.

The ball whirred across the wooden dividers, jumping from slot to slot on the roulette wheel. Squid gripped the side of the table, broadcasting mental spam to every god, spirit or demon willing to cut her a deal.

Just make it red.

The wheel turned, the wheel slowed, and the ball settled on thirty-one. Black.

Squid stared as the croupier raked the tarnished silver watch across the felt. It seemed to tumble in slow motion into his battered wooden box, like a star sliding over the event horizon.

It had been a birthday present.

“You can always make more cash, Squid,” said the tousled croupier.

Squid gripped the table harder, concentrating on making time go backwards.

“Not anymore.”

“Trying to go straight again?” said the croupier.

Squid knew better than to reply. She knew better than to gamble, too, or borrow money from people called Kneecaps, but the past few weeks, months, years seemed like a chain reaction of decisions made between a rock and a hard place. It was a hell of a mess, but she could still fix it without resorting to what had started it all in the first place.


Oh, you guys, this book.  This amazing, perfect book.  This book that I am going to make everyone I have ever met read.

Okay, yes, I love heist books and this is an amazing one.  It’s sort of Gone in 60 Seconds but set in a world not unlike The Godfather (crime syndicates run EVERYTHING) and there’s also the sweetest love story, but it’s also not at all sappy or eye-rolling.

I can’t even talk about it like a rational human being.  Just picture me brandishing it like the street preacher in Little Nicky.  And then get this book, which is something like $6 on Kindle.

You’ll thank me later.

Highly recommended.


DK Mok is a fantasy and science fiction author whose novels include Squid’s Grief, Hunt for Valamon and The Other Tree. DK has been shortlisted for three Aurealis Awards, a Ditmar, and a Washington Science Fiction Association Small Press Award. DK graduated from UNSW with a degree in Psychology, pursuing her interests in both social justice and scientist humour. DK lives in Sydney, Australia, and her favourite fossil deposit is the Burgess Shale. Connect on Twitter @dk_mok or find more information at www.dkmok.com.


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