1987. An isolated farm house in the east of Iceland.
The snowstorm should have shut everybody out. But it didn’t.
The couple should never have let him in. But they did.
An unexpected guest, a liar, a killer. Not all will survive the night. And Detective Hulda will be haunted forever.
Book three (or I guess book one depending on how you look at it) in the Hidden Iceland series is entirely brilliant – revealing the true start of Hulda’s journey and offering up a chilly, atmospheric mystery as well. Entirely addictive and beautifully written I read this in one sitting.
An isolated farmhouse, a horrifying discovery, but just what happened here in the snowy isolated landscape cut off from civilisation? Hulda , reeling from a personal tragedy, attempts to navigate a scene full of clues and hold herself together in the process…
This story will make you shiver, not only because of the pitch perfect descriptive sense of place, at the heart of the Mist is a heart wrenching set of human tragedies, a convergence of events that will affect Hulda for a long long time and will ultimately lead her to the events of The Darkness. As such it is completely riveting first page to last and I simply could not put it down.
This is an easy one to recommend and I do, highly. The entire trilogy is perfectly plotted and immaculately presented and you will fall into these books and not look up until you are done.
The urge to read them again in reverse order of publication is upon me and I’m sure I will do that later this year. In the meantime go get them. You won’t be disappointed.