Alaska State Trooper Investigator Jake Ward knows exactly what a desperate fight for survival looks like. But the victims turning up in the bitter Alaskan cold aren't fighting at all. Devoid of defensive wounds and left with expressions of eerie, perfect calm, the bodies tell a chilling story.
The killer isn't using physical force. He is subduing his targets with a paralyzing peace.
Declaring himself a divine "Ministrant," this elusive zealot is leading a deadly crusade to cleanse the earth, recruiting disciples to assist in his twisted harvest. But as Ward follows the evidence, the trail leads to a horrifying revelation. The murderer's ability to erase fear isn't divine—it's a dark weapon engineered in the same nightmare that Ward barely survived.
To stop the slaughter, Ward must return to the hell that forged them both.
I read a lot of thrillers, and most of them blend together after a while. This one stuck with me because of how creepy the whole setup is. Victims with no defensive wounds, just this peaceful look on their faces like they welcomed death. That image stayed in my head for days. The killer calls himself a "Ministrant" and thinks he's on some divine mission. The Alaska setting is perfect cold, isolated, unforgiving. I didn't realize this was book two in a series until after I finished, but it worked fine as a standalone. There were a few spots where the pacing dragged, but the final third really pulled me in. A solid, unsettling read