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The Black Path

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Digital (deliver electronic) / ISBN-13: 9781780873596

Price: £9.99

ON SALE: 7th June 2012

Genre: Fiction & Related Items / Crime & Mystery

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One of The Times’ “Best Crime Novels by Women since 2000″

“Rebecka Martinsson: the new Scandi-noir heroine to rival Saga Noren and Sarah Lund” iNews


“In a television world now awash in female coppers, there aren’t many as interesting and human as Rebecka” Wall Street Journal


The frozen body of a woman is found in a fishing ark on the ice near Torneträsk in northern Sweden. She has been brutally tortured, but the killing blow was clumsy, almost amateur.

The body is quickly identified, raising hopes of an open-and-shut solution. But when a six-month-old suicide is disinterred, Rebecka Martinsson and Anna-Maria Mella find themselves investigating shocking corruption at the heart of one of Sweden’s most successful mining companies. One that has powerful enemies of its own.

The novels that inspired Rebecka Martinsson: Arctic Murders – the major TV series

Translated from Swedish by Laurie Thompson

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Reviews

'Among the current batch of Nordic writers, the new Larsson is one to be followed with the most minute attention' Barry Forshaw, Independent.
Independent
'what lingers in the mind is Larsson's careful and sympathetic investigation of Rebecka's inner demons' Mail on Sunday.
Mail on Sunday
'A superior example of Scandinavian noir' Julia Handford, Sunday Telegraph.
Sunday Telegraph
'Larsson's laid back style makes her unflinching probing of the icy depths of the human heart all the more chilling' Jake Kerridge, Telegraph.
Telegraph
Åsa Larsson's genius is in telling the story from multiple viewpoints, so cleverly that you can't see the dots connecting until they hit you right in the face at the end
The Times