The Snowman

by Jo Nesbø

But the landscape seemed bewitched; rocks had become heads of creatures growing up out of the ground, bushes were fingers that scratched at his legs and dwarf birch trees were witches bent with laughter as they pointed the way, here or there, the way home or the way to perdition, the way to his grandmother’s house or the way to the Pit.

Did you know that darkness has a taste,

The branches scraped at his face, like a blind man’s fingers trying to identify a stranger.

Evil is not a thing, it cannot take possession of you. It’s the opposite; it’s a void, an

Harry had read that the word deadline originated from the battlefields of the American Civil War when, for lack of anything material to lock prisoners behind, they were gathered together and a line was drawn around them in the dirt. Which became known as the dead line, and anyone who strayed beyond it was shot.

interesting fact! This was first recorded in 1864

most important premise of any search: what you don’t find is just as important as what you do find. And

if every baby was a perfect miracle, life was basically a process of degeneration.