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Razor-sharp, psychological thriller set in a snowy Arctic wilderness.

“They say that dead men tell no tales, but they’re wrong. Even the dead tell stories.”

It's 1910. In a cabin north of the Arctic Circle, in a place murderously cold and desolate, Sig Andersson is alone. Except for the corpse of his father, frozen to death that morning when he fell through the ice on the lake.

The cabin is silent, so silent, and then there's a knock at the door. It's a stranger, and as his extraordinary story of gold dust and gold lust unwinds, Sig's thoughts turn more and more to his father's prized possession, a Colt revolver, hidden in the storeroom.

A revolver just waiting to be used...but should Sig use it, or not?
…crackles with more razor-sharp tension and tightly coiled plotting than books twice its length.
An elegant, brilliantly executed tale.
You should get a Nobel Prize for that book…
Frank Cottrell Boyce
It is an account of the power of weaponry to level a playing field, which is something you don't often think about, but it is also a punchily written, first-rate action story.
I shall henceforth consider Marcus Sedgwick a writer of the very highest order. - ACHUKA
Recipient of a Printz Honor
Shortlisted for:
The CILIP Carnegie Children’s Book Award