About the Book
"The dead didn't frighten me. It was the living that gave me nightmares."
An atmospheric and utterly gripping mystery set in the shadows of the Welsh mountains, that will chill the reader to their very bones
Driving back through Wales in a fierce winter storm, forensic anthropologist David Hunter is forced to seek shelter at a remote village in the Eryri mountains. But a one-night stop-over becomes something very different after a gruesome discovery in depths of the local forest.
With communications down and the only road washed out by the storm, Hunter is unsure who - if anyone - he can trust. And as long-buried secrets begin to emerge, he's knows that, whatever dark past the isolated community might be hiding, there's no one he can call on for help.
This time he's on his own.
Forensic anthropologist David Hunter is back in this pulse-pounding thriller that explores the wildness and danger of rural life and the intensity of small-town claustrophobia.
