Chapters (84)
- Cover
- Landing Page
- TROLLS
- Contents
- The snowmobile track was…
- SATURDAY TWENTY-FIRST OF JUNE TWO THOUSAND AND FOURTEEN
- Seated in a plastic chair…
- It was a Monday…
- A patient…
- After exiting the mess…
- Lennart opened the door…
- Every time Anders tried…
- Diana sat in front of her computer…
- Lennart hung the headlamp…
- When I walked out onto the square…
- The door to his office was locked…
- It was early morning when they arrived…
- Håkan took off his watch…
- Anders was sitting on the sofa…
- The sound of a lorry reversing…
- Lennart peered into the reeking…
- Diana ended up setting off later…
- Anders studied the strange…
- Grete sat gazing out the window…
- The car was turning around when Diana stepped…
- Elias was sitting outside Frasse’s…
- Anders was standing in front of the …
- Susso told her she was going…
- Rune was hobbling around…
- When Diana opened her eyes in the dark…
- Every now and then …
- Anders had asked if he should bring anything…
- Lennart followed behind the motorhome…
- I recognised the girl…
- Abraham had stopped at the top of the ridge…
- Anders looked at the house on the other side…
- Diana couldn’t see anything…
- The mouse followed us everywhere…
- Diana walked toward the sea…
- Ipa was more or less constantly…
- In Varangerbotn, Diana turned into an Esso…
- Anders was woken up by the sound of…
- When I entered the kitchen that morning…
- Ipa had ripped the tape off …
- It was close to eleven at night…
- Stava climbed out of the car…
- I didn’t recognise her at first…
- It was the intensifying, suffocating…
- Lennart was lying on his back…
- Anders stood by the edge of the lake…
- ‘You can take those off now…
- When Roland told me he had asked…
- Anders was in the kitchen…
- ‘There they are,’…
- When Anders woke up…
- Diana sat with her phone…
- Anders closed his eyes…
- Seeing Susso’s car parked…
- I had a message and when…
- Diana sat with her hand around…
- I was watching TV when Diana called…
- Every once in a while, Anders was…
- Her dad was fiddling with something…
- Lennart drove across the ling bridge…
- Diana tapped her nails against…
- Stava stepped through the door…
- Diana had planned to tell…
- It frightened me half to death…
- Diana was out of bed…
- Lennart was sitting in the hallway…
- Kiruna had got it in her head…
- I picked up my phone from the…
- Diana looked in through the kitchen…
- Näcken slowed down and stopped…
- Lennart stood there with…
- The car was parked behind…
- Anders was kneeling on a…
- It was incomprehensible…
- Susso was sitting in the armchair…
- Lennart lay in bed with both shoes and clothes on…
- Diana saw her through the window…
- I counted the days, every single one…
- About the Author
- Copyright
‘You belong together. You’re miserable, Lennart, and it’s because the two of you belong together. Who are you without him? An aberration. A freak! Just like me, without Uksakka.’
‘It’s going to take time. It could take months.’
‘Then there’s no time to lose.’
Every time Anders tried…
Every time Anders tried to explain to her how he remembered things, or rather, how he didn’t remember them, how they were like white spots in his head, she just nodded at him. Almost imperceptibly, but like she knew what he meant, even though she couldn’t possibly; it really irked him. She just wanted to get rid of him. That much he had gathered. She wanted him to admit himself to the psych ward in Örebro.
A word she kept circling back to in these conversations was shock. She talked about shock as though it had taken over his body, consequently absolving him of any moral responsibility. It was the shock that had scared him into the car and made him drive all the way home after the wolf killed Geir. The police had calculated that it would have taken him approximately ten hours and that he had stopped for petrol in Örnsköldsvik; listening to their description of his journey was like listening to an account of what he had got up to during a monumental bender.
According to Johanna, there was nothing to be ashamed about. He had been through a horrific ordeal. The reason she underscored this was that a lot of people felt he should have intervened. A kick in the arse would probably have scared the wolf off. And the wound the beast had torn in Geir’s throat was probably shallow enough his life could have been saved. If he had tried. Instead of jumping in his car and hightailing it out of there. What thoughts had run through his mind during those ten hours?
None at all. It had been completely blank.
Pointing to the shock had made sense. Everyone knew shock made people act irrationally. Johanna had told him about a father who had dashed about on the motorway outside Fagersta, gathering up his dead child’s scattered body parts, shouting at people to help him so they could start putting the child back together. A completely ordinary father, stunned by shock.