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You Can't See Me

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Orenda Bookserschienen am06.07.2023
A wealthy Icelandic family gathers for a reunion in a remote hotel on the isolated lava fields, but when someone goes missing, dark secrets are exposed and everyone is a suspect ... the chilling, gripping prequel to the addictive, award-winning Forbidden Iceland series... `A country house mystery worthy of Agatha Christie´ The Times Crime Book of the Month `As storms rage, people fall prey to a sinister figure. A canny synthesis of modern Nordic Noir and Golden Age mystery´ Financial Times `In a Forbidden Iceland novel, there's no terrain more treacherous than the mind ... a deep-dark thriller to read with the lights on´ A J Finn `Riveting, exciting, entertaining and packed with intrigue ... like Succession on ice´ Liz Nugent **WINNER of the STORYTEL AWARD for Crime Book of the Year*** ------------------------------ The wealthy, powerful Snæberg clan has gathered for a family reunion at a futuristic hotel set amongst the dark lava flows of Iceland's remote Snæfellsnes peninsula. Petra Snæberg, a successful interior designer, is anxious about the event, and her troubled teenage daughter, Lea, whose social-media presence has attracted the wrong kind of followers. Ageing carpenter Tryggvi is an outsider, only tolerated because he's the boyfriend of Petra's aunt, but he's struggling to avoid alcohol because he knows what happens when he drinks ... Humble hotel employee, Irma, is excited to meet this rich and famous family and observe them at close quarters ... perhaps too close... As the weather deteriorates and the alcohol flows, one of the guests disappears, and it becomes clear that there is a prowler lurking in the dark. But is the real danger inside ... within the family itself? Masterfully cranking up the suspense, Eva Björg Ægisdóttir draws us into an isolated, frozen setting, where nothing is as it seems and no one can be trusted, as the dark secrets and painful pasts of the Snæberg family are uncovered ... and the shocking truth revealed. Succession meets And Then There Were None ... A Golden Age mystery for the 21st Century, with a shocking twist. ------------------------------ `A tense, twisty page-turner that you'll have serious trouble putting down´ Catherine Ryan Howard `Your new Nordic Noir obsession´ Vogue `Confirms Eva Bjorg Aegisdottir as a leading light of Icelandic noir ... a master of misdirection´ The Times Praise for the Forbidden Iceland series **Winner of the CWA John Creasey (New Blood) Dagger** **Shortlisted for the Petrona Award for Best Scandinavian Crime** **Shortlisted for the CWA Crime in Translation Dagger** **Shortlisted for the Capital Crime Award for Best Thriller** `Chilling and addictive, with a completely unexpected twist ... I loved it´ Shari Lapena `Beautifully written ... one of the rising stars of Nordic Noir´ Victoria Selman `Fans of Nordic Noir will love this´ Ann Cleeves `Eerie and chilling. I loved every word!´ Lesley Kara `Creepily compelling´ Heidi Amsinck `Elma is a memorably complex character´ Financial Times `Exciting and harrowing´ Ragnar Jónasson `Fantastic´ Sunday Times `So atmospheric´ Heat

Born in Akranes in 1988, Eva moved to Trondheim, Norway to study my MSc in Globalisation when she was 25. After moving back home having completed her MSc, she knew it was time to start working on her novel. Eva has wanted to write books since she was 15 years old, having won a short story contest in Iceland. Eva worked as a stewardess to make ends meet while she wrote her first novel. The book went on to win the Blackbird Award and became an Icelandic bestseller. Eva now lives with her husband and three children in Reykjavík, staying at home with her youngest until she begins Kindergarten.mehr
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KlappentextA wealthy Icelandic family gathers for a reunion in a remote hotel on the isolated lava fields, but when someone goes missing, dark secrets are exposed and everyone is a suspect ... the chilling, gripping prequel to the addictive, award-winning Forbidden Iceland series... `A country house mystery worthy of Agatha Christie´ The Times Crime Book of the Month `As storms rage, people fall prey to a sinister figure. A canny synthesis of modern Nordic Noir and Golden Age mystery´ Financial Times `In a Forbidden Iceland novel, there's no terrain more treacherous than the mind ... a deep-dark thriller to read with the lights on´ A J Finn `Riveting, exciting, entertaining and packed with intrigue ... like Succession on ice´ Liz Nugent **WINNER of the STORYTEL AWARD for Crime Book of the Year*** ------------------------------ The wealthy, powerful Snæberg clan has gathered for a family reunion at a futuristic hotel set amongst the dark lava flows of Iceland's remote Snæfellsnes peninsula. Petra Snæberg, a successful interior designer, is anxious about the event, and her troubled teenage daughter, Lea, whose social-media presence has attracted the wrong kind of followers. Ageing carpenter Tryggvi is an outsider, only tolerated because he's the boyfriend of Petra's aunt, but he's struggling to avoid alcohol because he knows what happens when he drinks ... Humble hotel employee, Irma, is excited to meet this rich and famous family and observe them at close quarters ... perhaps too close... As the weather deteriorates and the alcohol flows, one of the guests disappears, and it becomes clear that there is a prowler lurking in the dark. But is the real danger inside ... within the family itself? Masterfully cranking up the suspense, Eva Björg Ægisdóttir draws us into an isolated, frozen setting, where nothing is as it seems and no one can be trusted, as the dark secrets and painful pasts of the Snæberg family are uncovered ... and the shocking truth revealed. Succession meets And Then There Were None ... A Golden Age mystery for the 21st Century, with a shocking twist. ------------------------------ `A tense, twisty page-turner that you'll have serious trouble putting down´ Catherine Ryan Howard `Your new Nordic Noir obsession´ Vogue `Confirms Eva Bjorg Aegisdottir as a leading light of Icelandic noir ... a master of misdirection´ The Times Praise for the Forbidden Iceland series **Winner of the CWA John Creasey (New Blood) Dagger** **Shortlisted for the Petrona Award for Best Scandinavian Crime** **Shortlisted for the CWA Crime in Translation Dagger** **Shortlisted for the Capital Crime Award for Best Thriller** `Chilling and addictive, with a completely unexpected twist ... I loved it´ Shari Lapena `Beautifully written ... one of the rising stars of Nordic Noir´ Victoria Selman `Fans of Nordic Noir will love this´ Ann Cleeves `Eerie and chilling. I loved every word!´ Lesley Kara `Creepily compelling´ Heidi Amsinck `Elma is a memorably complex character´ Financial Times `Exciting and harrowing´ Ragnar Jónasson `Fantastic´ Sunday Times `So atmospheric´ Heat

Born in Akranes in 1988, Eva moved to Trondheim, Norway to study my MSc in Globalisation when she was 25. After moving back home having completed her MSc, she knew it was time to start working on her novel. Eva has wanted to write books since she was 15 years old, having won a short story contest in Iceland. Eva worked as a stewardess to make ends meet while she wrote her first novel. The book went on to win the Blackbird Award and became an Icelandic bestseller. Eva now lives with her husband and three children in Reykjavík, staying at home with her youngest until she begins Kindergarten.
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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9781914585739
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Erscheinungsjahr2023
Erscheinungsdatum06.07.2023
ReiheForbidden Iceland
Reihen-Nr.4
Seiten276 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
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Tryggvi


Until three days ago, talk of the weather dominated the Facebook page the family set up to organise the trip. According to the original forecasts, it was supposed to be unusually fine for an Icelandic November: sunny, windless, relatively mild and mostly dry. People posted jokey comments, asking if everyone had invested in sunscreen. Then, on Tuesday, the forecast did a U-turn, and now they re predicting snow and gales; the first depression of the winter is due to make landfall on Saturday, causing temperatures to plummet, or so the weatherman claimed yesterday as he warned people against travelling. I itch to bring up the sunscreen joke again but doubt anyone would appreciate it. Luckily, the bad weather isn t expected to arrive until late in the day, so we should still be able to fit in the cruise of Breiðafjörður, which is scheduled for noon on Saturday.

I find it funny that no one in the family has even mentioned the latest forecast. For the last few days, Oddný has stopped watching the TV the second the weather report comes on. I m guessing she s refusing to accept the forecast. She s just decided to ignore it.

Perhaps she thinks bad predictions don t apply to the Snæberg clan. Sometimes I think Oddný s family really believe they re not governed by the same rules as the rest of us.

I glance at Oddný, sitting in the passenger seat beside me. She s tarted herself up a bit for the occasion, put on make-up and blow-dried her hair, but she s dressed casually, in a beige, zip-up fleece and black trousers. Smart but not too smart. Oddný has always known exactly how to tread the middle line.

She s in a good mood and turns up the radio as Bon Jovi sings about living on a prayer. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her fingers tapping in time.

We should stop at Vegamót, she says. Get something to eat.

We can do that.

I didn t have any breakfast. And I wouldn t mind trying their seafood soup again.

We ve been up the west coast to the Snæfellsnes peninsula once before, though that was to stay in Oddný s family s summer cabin. The place turned out to be rundown and badly in need of maintenance, so while we were there, eager to do my bit, I oiled the deck and did a spot of DIY. Not that anyone seems to have noticed; at least, no one s said a word.

It s a fair while since we last saw Haraldur and Ester, I say. When was it again? At the confirmation party last spring?

Yes, I suppose it was, Oddný says. Don t be shocked if Ester s changed.

How do you mean? Changed in what way?

Oddný sounds gleeful. She s had a facelift. Had all the skin stretched back to smooth out her wrinkles. Ester s always been rather vain. According to Ingvar, she looks as if she s been facing into the wind too long.

Has she really had a facelift? You re not pulling my leg?

No, I m not. Oddný pulls down the sun visor, peers into the small mirror on the back and runs a finger over one of her eyebrows. But I bet she won t admit it. Like the time she had her eyelids done and tried to act like nothing had happened. I m sure Halli made her do it.

Halli? I say. You reckon? Oddný s brother Haraldur is the controlling type all right, but ordering his wife to have plastic surgery is going a bit far, even for him.

You know what he s like, Oddný says, pushing the visor up again. Smiling at me, she adds: I m so lucky compared to my sister-in-law.

I wouldn t want to change a single thing about the way you look, I say, and I mean every word.

Really, I m the lucky one. Oddný s far too good for me. Her family agree. They can t understand what she sees in a weather-beaten, penniless carpenter like me, but then I can hardly understand it myself.

I haven t belonged to this family for long, in fact I find it ridiculous to talk about belonging to it. Me and Oddný, we re polar opposites, to be honest. We hardly have anything in common.

When we reach the red-roofed café at Vegamót on the southern side of the Snæfellsnes peninsula, we go inside and order soup and a sandwich, then take one of the tables by the window. The mountainous spine of the peninsula and the glacier at its tip are hidden from view behind the café: all we can see is flat pastureland, then the great sweep of Faxaflói bay. We sit silently watching the passing traffic. I m halfway through the sandwich when I hear Oddný s name being called in a questioning voice.

Oddný s face lights up when she sees her older brother, Ingvar, and his wife, Elín. Putting down her glass of water, she gets quickly to her feet.

You here? Oddný s voice is so loud and piercing that everyone in the café must be able to hear her.

I stand up as well to greet them. There are hugs, kisses and demands for news.

Shouldn t we toast the occasion? Elín says, and she and Oddný charge over to the counter.

Ingvar asks about the holiday Oddný and I took in Spain last month. Must have been nice to get away to the heat.

Yes, very, I say, because it s the answer people want to hear. But the truth is, I think hot weather is overrated: I get no pleasure from lying beside a pool, knocked out by the heat, with nothing to do. I feel like I can t breathe properly until I m back in the cold, fresh north wind of home.

The women return with two mini bottles of white wine and two beers.

It s like that, is it? Ingvar says, and the sisters-in-law giggle like schoolgirls.

No one mentions the fact we ve still got another forty kilometres or so to drive. I don t touch my drink, but then Oddný knew I wouldn t, and once she s finished her wine, when nobody s looking, I nudge my glass towards her.

Isn t Hákon Ingimar coming? Ingvar asks.

Yes, but he ll be a bit late, Oddný says, as usual smiling indulgently when her son is mentioned. Hákon s always so busy.

So I gather, Ingvar says, no doubt referring to all the stories in the news about Hákon Ingimar forever turning up at parties with a new girl on his arm.

He s appearing in an advertisement, Oddný says, rather proudly. On a glacier.

Which glacier?

He didn t say, Oddný replies. It s an advert for outdoor clothing.

Oh, Ingvar says. I thought you were supposed to advertise swimwear on glaciers.

We all laugh. I dimly recall seeing a photo of Hákon posing in swimming trunks against a wintry landscape. Then the conversation turns to the upcoming weekend - who ll be there and who won t, and what everyone s children are up to these days.

Oddný has two older brothers, Ingvar and Haraldur, who are both married, with grown-up kids. It took me quite a while to work out which children belonged to who and what their names were, but I ve more or less got it straight now - I hope. And I shouldn t forget Oddný s father, Hákon, who ll be arriving on Saturday evening for the party. He s eighty and was diagnosed several years ago with a degenerative disease and has gone downhill a lot recently.

Oddný has two children from before we got together: Hákon Ingimar and Stefanía, known as Steffý. Hákon Ingimar, or Hákon junior as some people call him, is a bit of a special case, to be honest. Oddný always makes out like he s got all sorts going on, but as far as I can tell all he really does is stare into a camera lens day in, day out, though mostly the camera of his own phone, which he s never parted from. Still, it s not my place to judge. After all, I grew up in a different time. I suppose you could say I m the product of a totally different world.

I ve only met Stefanía a couple of times as she lives in Denmark, where she works for some sort of cosmetics company. She has a posh engineering qualification, only I can t remember what kind.

I didn t have children myself until I was thirty, when I met a woman with a five-year-old boy. I raised him as my own kid, and he s been a part of me ever since, though Nanna and I split up donkey s years ago. The boy didn t have a father, at least none worthy of the name, and I saw it as an honour to be allowed to play that role in his life. I was totally unprepared for how tough and at the same time rewarding it was to be responsible for a child - for all life s events, big...

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Born in Akranes in 1988, Eva moved to Trondheim, Norway to study my MSc in Globalisation when she was 25. After moving back home having completed her MSc, she knew it was time to start working on her novel. Eva has wanted to write books since she was 15 years old, having won a short story contest in Iceland.Eva worked as a stewardess to make ends meet while she wrote her first novel. The book went on to win the Blackbird Award and became an Icelandic bestseller. Eva now lives with her husband and three children in Reykjavík, staying at home with her youngest until she begins Kindergarten.
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