“He'd make her work so hard that a job as a cardboard-box presser at the margerine factory would seem like paradise.” — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“Assad whistled a few notes of one of his native country's melancholic songs. It sounded as though he was whistling backwards” — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“When he turned round with the cup to his mouth, nostrils titillated by the aroma of a sun that had once shone on a… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“He'd make her work so hard that a job as a cardboard-box presser at the margerine factory would seem like paradise.” — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“It was late in September and a little more than twenty degrees, so what the hell were people smiling for? They ought to be… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“She was a bitch,' Carl suddenly heard somebody say in the background, and that apparently refreshed everyone's memory. Yes, thought Carl with satisfaction. It's… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“Is it possible that a crime was committed?” the female reporter asked in that excessively empathetic way that’s designed to make inferior news coverage… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“Carl Mørck, am I disturbing you? said a voice at the door, which made his blood boil and turn to ice at the same… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“In tiny Denmark the system was so ingenious that if you knew some dirt about somebody, they also knew something just as bad about… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“Assad ristet på hodet. «Du prøver ikke å treffe, Carl, du skal treffe. Gi meg pistolen.» Han grep uten videre pistolløpet og dro våpenet… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“For a moment Carl tried to picture everything in his mind, and then it happened. Somewhere inside of him, where cause and effect were… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
“Carl: Do I happen to see a twinkle in your eye, or do you always look so fantastic Lis? Lis: Carl dear, the twinkle… — Jussi Adler-Olsen Copy Share Image
