Tormóður has calmed down and has become a dependable father. However, something is still missing in the house, so they decide to get a dog.

When the dog dies, she leaves an emptiness behind that needs to be filled. One night, Tormóður finds himself in the garage in front of the pug mill mixing red clay and fertilizer into a thick mass. Without realizing it, he manages to spark a powerful force with terrible consequences.

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“Norwegian outskirts meet domestic noir meets Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. And with a shockingly terrific result. This is truly original writing.”

– Jo Nesbø