“He went into the kitchen. It was eight in the evening. He tried to shut the bright spring evening out with the curtains, but it forced its way past them in places, dust-filled sunbeams that lit up the gloom in… — Arnaldur Indridason Copy Share Image
“He went into the kitchen. It was eight in the evening. He tried to shut the bright spring evening out with the curtains, but… — Arnaldur Indridason Copy Share Image
“He knew at once it was a human bone, when he took it from the baby who was sitting on the floor chewing it.” — Arnaldur Indridason Copy Share Image
