Snowdrops. That\"s what the Russians call them - the bodies that float up into the light in the thaw. Drunks, most of them, and homeless people who just give up and lie down into the whiteness, and murder victims hidden in the drifts by their killers....

The international prize-winner: A potent exploration of Peru, told as a noirish, hard-boiled serial killer novel, reissued in a stylish new livery as part of Atlantic\"s Cult Classics series. The priest adjusted a cross hanging on the wall. It was a black cross without the image of Christ. Just a black cross on a grey surface....