The Day is Dark (Thóra Gudmundsdóttir Series, Book 4) (UK Edition)
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When all contact is lost with two Icelanders working in a harsh and sparsely populated area on the northeast coast of Greenland, Thora is hired to investigate. Is there any connection with the woman who vanished from the site some months earlier? Why are the locals so hostile? And could one of the team staying at the site with Thora be responsible for the disappearances?
Already an international bestseller, this fourth book to feature Thora Gudmundsdottir ('a delight' - Guardian) is chilling, unsettling and compulsively readable.
Tupilak any more, so people aren’t afraid to discuss the story with each other. Maybe what you read will be corrected later, I don’t know. Here in Kulusuk no one has any particular interest in it; I just know the story because I’ve lived in Kaanneq. My mother wanted me to learn about the old-fashioned hunting culture. Kulusuk is quite old-fashioned enough for me, but it’s still far more modern than Kaanneq. At least here we have tourists.’ Thóra smiled at the girl. It was the same everywhere:
committed. I can’t for the life of me understand how someone could do such a thing.’ ‘And what does that mean? That someone from the village killed them? There was no one else around here – not that we know of, anyway.’ Matthew was obviously as stunned by this news as Thóra. His brow was deeply furrowed. ‘No, I really don’t think so. I doubt that the villagers killed the men.’ ‘Then who?’ Thóra couldn’t imagine who could have come here and found himself compelled to kill anyone who got in his
security guard’s journal.’ ‘And?’ asked Matthew. ‘Did it reveal anything?’ ‘His account is more detailed, at least. He says that the woman was last seen at supper on the evening of October 31st, and no one knew her movements after she left the cafeteria. No one saw where she went, and she didn’t let anyone know her plans. According to him, the documents she was working on were last modified just before midnight that evening, so she was most likely in her office.’ ‘Almost certainly, surely, if
before the alcohol took over completely, when it was still possible for them to enjoy pleasant moments without being drunk. Nor could he go and live with his father, who would kill him; there was no question about that. Fortunately, Naruana had seldom run into him in recent years, but when it happened, he found the old man’s overwhelming indifference suffocating. He looked down at his toes and saw that they were dirty, which came as no surprise. They had looked like that since he could remember;
Thóra had grown colder than could be explained by the frost alone. Although she wasn’t religious and didn’t believe in ghosts, she felt very moved by the idea of the poor original inhabitants, who would never be free from cold and poverty even after their deaths. ‘So the souls of those who starved to death here are to blame for the disappearances?’ ‘The ice preserves many things, and destroys nothing. In the end it returns what it has swallowed.’ The man took off one of his leather gloves. His