Revealing more from the new book at Gyldendal press launch

Yesterday, I got to reveal some secrets about THE IRON WOLF at the press launch for Gyldendal’s fall line-up. The event was streamed from here, but it’s all in Norwegian, and that’s hardly fair, so here’s the juice for you, my non-Norwegian readers:

Welcome to Náklav, the world’s most unlikely capital. An island in the north, freezing cold, pitch black, practically uninhabitable. However, Náklav has a stone circle, a simple and instant means of travel, making it a vibrant metropolis. If you picked up Venice in the 16th century and dropped it somewhere between Tromsø and Svalbard, you’d get Náklav.

The best part about Náklav is that anything is available for money. The worst part: anything is available for money. According to rumors, even eternal life, which has created a culture ripe with problems. Like a powerful guild of fortune tellers, claiming to know how long people have left to live. Like the hunt for blood pearls, an illegal and dangerous drug, causing the wolf plague to spread.

Here we find Juva, a wolf huntress who drinks a little too much, and suffers from panic attacks. She is forced to confront the childhood memory she fought to forget: That time she saw the devil.

The Iron Wolf is a nordic fantasy mystery. I have done what I love most: Playing discreetly with norse mythology below the surface. But it’s also a flirt with victorian times. The book is about fate, and our need to control it. It’s about what makes us free and what enslaves us. It’s about blood, addiction and desire. There will be teeth, claws and fur in abundance, and if I was forced to describe it in one sentence, I’d say: Little Red Riding Hood on steroids. But don’t tell anyone I said that.

I loved writing it, and I hope it shows!