Everyone has secrets.
And war veteran and police inspector Cormag Macleod has plenty of his own. But investigating a murder in a small colonial town on the fringe, Macleod will uncover murky secrets that should not see the light of day.
Strange marks on a corpse raise the spectre of a ritual, and superstition leads to panic in a town saturated in fear and religious fervour. Suspicion turns to blame, and as public order threatens to break down, Macleod must muster all his skill in a race against time.
And those who keep the secrets will do anything to prevent him from discovering the shocking truth.
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He strained at the ropes that held him. His breath
condensed in the freezing mid-July air, plumes of
steam rising from his warm body. He was awake now,
ashamed of his nakedness, head throbbing, left eye shut.
The fire in his back had faded, but each time he moved, his
skin screamed, protesting as the raw flesh rubbed against
the splintered wood.
The river was nearby, the sounds familiar. He could
smell wood and sawdust. Lifting his head, he peered into
the darkness. The bush was quiet. He was alone. He tested
the bonds, arms stretched side to side in crucifixion, feet
bound together, the cloth in his mouth tied tight. Mustering
all his strength, he strained at the bonds, but they held fast.
In the distance, a cow bellowed, and then there was silence
again.
Desperately, he searched his memories, but all that
remained were the mundane recollections from the day:
what he had eaten, lugging timber, an ale after work at the
Royal. Nothing else.
A swooping sound: something was on him. He swal
lowed and, lifting his head, confronted the raven standing
on his torso, cocking its head, inching closer, side step by
side step, toward his face, his eyes. He could feel the weight
of the giant creature as it hopped, the dead white eye fixed
upon him. He bucked, but it was unmoved until he shouted
and twisted, throwing the raven off, and it croaked and took
flight, disappearing into the darkness.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Vinicius Peixoto
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