Thóra Guðmundsdóttir series (book 6)
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‘Mummy dead.’ The child’s pure treble was uncomfortably clear. It was the last thing Brynjar – and doubtless the others – wanted to hear at that moment. ‘Daddy dead.’ It got worse. ‘Adda dead. Bygga dead.’ The child sighed and clutched her grandmother’s leg. ‘All dead.’
A luxury yacht arrives in Reykjavik harbour with nobody on board. What has happened to the crew, and to the family who were on board when it left Lisbon?
Thóra Gudmundsdóttir is hired by the young father’s parents to investigate, and is soon drawn deeper into the mystery. What should she make of the rumours saying that the vessel was cursed, especially given that when she boards the yacht she thinks she sees one of the missing twins? Where is Karítas, the glamorous young wife of the yacht’s former owner? And whose is the body that has washed up further along the shore?
Winner of the 2015 Petrona Award for Scandinavian Crime Fiction: press release
‘A corker of a locked-room mystery, with one of the most dramatic twists in recent crime fiction.’ The Sunday Times
‘Yrsa Sigurðardóttir is ensconced at or near the summit of Nordic crime writing, and the lawyer Thóra Guðmundsdóttir is an appealing heroine full of real-life problems.’ The Times
‘An artfully constructed, highly entertaining read, more Golden Age than Nordic Noir . . . until the very last page.’ Radio Times
‘The writing is excellent, the investigation scrupulous and the outcome miserable. Literary Review Nordic Noir at its very best’ Irish Independent
‘Yrsa Sigurðardóttir is one of the most exciting new voices in the crime thriller world.’ Peter James
‘A gripping thriller with enough mystery and horror to keep you sitting on the edge of your seat while you try to work out what happened.’ Peter Robinson