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300 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2010
“It was still snowing. This peaceful little town was being compressed by the snow, no longer a familiar winter embrace but a threat like never before. The white was no longer pure, but tinged bloodred. One thing was certain. Tonight people would lock their doors.”
“Was there any hope of getting to the bottom of this case in a place where everyone knew everyone else so intimately? Old schoolchums, former workmates, friends and relatives; everyone seemed bound together with innumerable links.”
“The smile and walk of a man, thought Tómas, who knew that he had escaped justice; because he’d done it before.”
The red stain was like a scream in the silence.
She lay in the middle of the garden, like a snow angel. From a distance she appeared peaceful. Her arms splayed from her sides. She wore a faded pair of jeans and was naked from the waist up, her long hair around her like a coronet in the snow; snow that shouldn't be that shade of red. A pool of blood had formed around her. Her skin seemed to be paling alarmingly fast, taking on the colour of marble, as if in response to the striking crimson that surrounded her.
"The water of the fjord was as still as a mirror and the town sparkled, although the sun was dippling below the mountains, its light illuminating only the peaks on the eastern side of the fjord."
"The Icelandic tradition of reading a new book on Christmas Eve, and into the early hours of the morning, had been important in his family's home."