The Darkness Knows
The bestselling thriller from the award-winning master of Icelandic crime and author of The Shadow District
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'The undisputed King of the Icelandic Thriller' Guardian
'One of the greats of modern crime fiction' Sunday Times
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A frozen body is discovered in the icy depths of Langjökull glacier.
The victim: a businessman missing for thirty years.
The case: impossible to solve. Until now.
Konrád, the retired policeman who originally investigated the disappearance, is called back to reopen the case that has weighed on his mind for decades.
Then a woman approaches him with new information that she obtained from her deceased brother.
Will this be enough to solve the mystery at last?
Can Konrád uncover the poisonous secrets and cruel truths that have built up over the decades?
In The Darkness Knows, the master of Icelandic crime writing returns with a powerful and haunting story about the poisonous secrets and cruel truths that time eventually uncovers.
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At the start of Indridason's superb sequel to 2017's The Shadow District, a melting glacier reveals the body of Reykjavík businessman Sigurvin, who has been missing for 30 years. The discovery comes as a shock to retired detective Konrád, who worked on the case back then, and leads to the rearrest and imprisonment of Hjaltalín, a disgruntled associate of Sigurvin's, who was arrested after Sigurvin vanished and released due to lack of evidence. Now dying, Hjaltalín insists that Konrád, who was never convinced of Hjaltalín's guilt, find the real killer by striking at Konrád's Achilles' heel, his vicious sham-medium father, "a bit of a devil." Konrád, who suspects he has inherited his father's evil nature, fears he can't restrain himself from violently attacking the criminals he pursues. Konrád painstakingly unravels a tangled skein of old betrayals and deceit in a city, Reykjavík, where he increasingly feels like a tourist, uncovering layer after layer of culpability. As in the old Icelandic sagas, the author strips bare such archetypal human concerns as revenge, honor, and family loyalty. Konrád, who still misses his beloved wife six years after she died of cancer, is an irresistible lead. Indridason is writing at the top of his game.
