A dark, drug fuelled vortex, set in the bleak haunting environs of Finland and Iceland. A world of grotesque 'murderabilia' photography traded on the black market, and satanic cult music groups that mimic Norse mythology. Macabre, and at times an uncomfortable read, this will have you gripped to the very end.
Yet it was also stunningly beautiful. Ikka had captured veins of blue within the snow, and the spray of blood might have been feathers or petals. I searched in vain for footprints, evidence of a killer or onlookers.
'How did you know?' I asked. 'Who tipped you off?'