“They don’t call it the fever coast for nothing. People go there, and they die.”

- Marie Cadieux

“Marie Cadieux is so vividly imagined that I’m already excited for her next adventure! Gripping, skilfully evoked, beautifully written. Strongly recommend.”

Caroline Cauchi - Author

  • “I can’t wait for the next one, please, please, please write some more so we can find out what Marie gets up to next! This would make such a great film.”

    Ash H - Amazon Customer

  • “A wonderful read. Marie Cadieux is so vividly imagined that I’m already excited for her next adventure! Gripping, skilfully evoked, beautifully written. Strongly recommend.”

    Caroline Cauchi - Author

  • "Along with Marie, I felt the heat of the jungle and the panic of the chase. I love it when a writer can give you that feeling and I felt it with Marie Cadieux and the Fever Coast. It reads like a movie."

    L J Bentley - Book Reviewer

  • "I absolutely loved every second of Fever Coast and am now a little bit in love with Marie Cadieux. This surely has to be made into a film and I cannot wait until the next instalment."

    Si - Amazon Reader

  • "The descriptions hook you to the page, and the visceral parts pull you in even more."

    Janete Cabral Jackson - writer

Roots trip Marie. Massive tree trunks block her way, and the bark grazes her. Twigs scratch her. The mud sucks at her feet or sends her slipping and sliding into stems that slap her. Thin, barbed tendrils are tangled and entwined like fishing nets across her path. She believes the jungle wants to hold them until they decompose into nutrients in the soil the trees can feed off.