the Freya Files
the Freya Files

Outline - the Freya Files

Freya Attwood was feeling so very pleased with her accomplishments. Life had definitely started for her in a very traumatic way and she had battled through, mostly alone, right up until now. Having put behind the majority of the complications that had earlier marred her life, she had but one last obstacle to get over; a Supreme Court case set for Appeal barely six months away. Then she would be totally free to focus completely on what she had been previously establishing, once her life was in order.

She had four beautiful children, between the ages of 18 months and 10 years. She had recently bought her own home; meagre and small, but her own, nevertheless. She was professionally successful running a multi faceted business centred around her Art Gallery, and she was a well-liked and respected member of the small community in which she lived and worked.

But within the span of a few short months, all she has worked for literally goes up in smoke. The biggest, nagging pain is that the fire was purposely lit. In this compelling and self-aware memoir, Freya spills out her life to show that the unpredictable can be just around the corner. Freya is still able to laugh and find joy in her life as she picks up the pieces of her existence to move forward. She is a paragon of resilience.

This is a mixed genre memoir about true crime, but it also looks closely at the criminal justice system, and is embellished with a touch of the supernatural.

Mikky Eagle’s début novel is the opener of the Freya Files.

(This remains an unsolved crime, hence names and identifying details have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals.)

Do you believe in miracles?

Lots of people do ..... I do!

But, I also believe that we have to make our miracles happen … sitting idle and waiting for things to drop into your lap just doesn’t work.
So, after a large portion of my lifetime has swept me by, I have now decided I need to take the plunge, dive off the cliff … and fly! – and in so doing expose a great deal of dreadful True Crime that has been hidden away in Police archives – or even worse, has been shredded!

We all endure trials and tribulations in this crazy thing called ‘life‘ … some more-so than others. I have a great many stories to tell, taken from my own experiences in life, and I would love to share them with you.

Truth is stranger than Fiction

Mark Twain is quoted as saying:
“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”


My stories are the truth; impacting and littered with a vast array of emotions – sometimes warm and loving; at other times the cold harsh reality of crime oozes forth. Dreadful cruelty, emotional despair, crime, fraud, love and happiness are all entwined. The characters are many; detectives, police, family, lovers, friends and rogues, to name a few.

Writing my stories has a second purpose, other than the creative aspect – and that is to use them as stepping stones, reaching greater heights and volumes of people, and in so doing to gain a ‘voice‘ against the Tyrannical ways of the so-called ‘justice‘ system, that is so unjust and cruel that the system tends to dish out a harsher, more cruel crime than did the original perpetrator!


Crime of the Century

‘Crime of the Century’ is an idiomatic phrase used to describe particularly sensational or notorious criminal cases.

Why do I believe that the crimes against me earn the title of this distinction?

To quote some words from Time Magazine:
“The Crime of the Century must strike at the most undefined and thus most vulnerable part of the soul: it must touch the messy unconscious, where all kinds of emotions meld into each other. Pity and envy are involved; desire and revulsion; fear and sometimes schadenfreude(*). And while each person has his or her own brew of emotions, we all recognise them.”
(* – pleasure derived by someone from another person’s misfortune.)

“The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.”
– Albert Einstein

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