--- product_id: 40796727 title: "Snowblind: A Thriller (The Dark Iceland Series, 1)" brand: "ragnar jonasson" price: "KD 11.75" currency: KWD in_stock: true reviews_count: 9 url: https://www.desertcart.com.kw/products/40796727-snowblind-a-thriller-the-dark-iceland-series-1 store_origin: KW region: Kuwait --- # Snowblind: A Thriller (The Dark Iceland Series, 1) **Brand:** ragnar jonasson **Price:** KD 11.75 **Availability:** ✅ In Stock ## Quick Answers - **What is this?** Snowblind: A Thriller (The Dark Iceland Series, 1) by ragnar jonasson - **How much does it cost?** KD 11.75 with free shipping - **Is it available?** Yes, in stock and ready to ship - **Where can I buy it?** [www.desertcart.com.kw](https://www.desertcart.com.kw/products/40796727-snowblind-a-thriller-the-dark-iceland-series-1) ## Best For - ragnar jonasson enthusiasts ## Why This Product - Trusted ragnar jonasson brand quality - Free international shipping included - Worldwide delivery with tracking - 15-day hassle-free returns ## Description Full description not available ## Images ![Snowblind: A Thriller (The Dark Iceland Series, 1) - Image 1](https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/91js5fld26L.jpg) ## Customer Reviews ### ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ The Icelandic Saga continues *by C***T on Reviewed in the United States on December 17, 2018* In practically any Bronx or Brooklyn precinct PD you've ever seen on television, they always send the new guy out for coffee and doughnuts, half-expecting him to bring back bagels, lox, and cream cheese. Fortunately, for the most part, he blends in with the populace slightly better than Dennis Weaver playing "Marshall McCloud," who always seemed to have a couple of nefarious villains after him, shooters out, blasting and blazing. When you think about it, the situation is not too drastically different at the police HQ located on the big island northern Atlantic Ocean community which just so happens to be located directly on top of or in near proximity to a major fault line lying deep underneath the earth's surface, which also happens to be connected to a string of active volcanoes, any one of which could erupt violently on any given day with explosive devastation as the result. He's typically introduced to everyone at the station, efficiently organizes his desk and cubicle, works the rest of the day, and goes home with half a dozen red herrings from the fish market. Fresh fish and a warm loaf of baked bread. Bagels and lox. What's the difference? It's all good sustenance for the body. He actually needs time to familiarize, acclimatize, socialize, and make himself at home. What he needs is no-nonsense QT. Quiet time. Quality time. Whatever you call it. A walk in the park. Someone who understands and cares. Perhaps he should establish a meaningful relationship and find somebody to reciprocate his feelings. What he definitely does not need in his life at the present moment is to become friendly, intimate, or personally involved with violent, deceptive, pathological pariahs, "Pac-man" piranhas, or otherwise deranged deviates, who engage in covert, risky, thrill-seeking behavior, some of whom may be prone to abuse pain-killing medication. How that works out for him remains to be seen at this early stage in his career. One good thing for certain, he is neither a socialite nor a lone wolf. A happy medium, perhaps, somewhere in between. Mountain climber or social climber? It's too early to tell. Priorities have been known to change, however. Longing for the simple life? He has found himself in a cozy, little scenic Christmas-card setting, well off the beaten path. A quaint, romantic fishing village up north out of "harm's way." A quiet, idyllic little get-away similar to what he's always dreamed about . Sandy beaches. Ocean waves. Plenty of sunshine. Romance. Or, so you'd love to believe. The setting for Ragnar Jonasson's novel, Snowblind, published in 2010 appears to be bright, unpretentious, and promising. The English translation by Quentin Bates was published in 2015. What really should fascinate the average, impressionable, young reader, are the inhabitants who live there. You're curious about these "real people" and their enviable, untroubled lives. They could be the professionals who work in your own office or business. They could be your new neighbors. They are the people you meet everyday who make a good first impression on you. After all, you do have a tendency to make friends quickly enough to form a good foundation for building a fruitful relationship. Occurring just as suddenly as an inspiration or a flash of lightning, however, he quickly realizes that outward appearances can be deceiving. He's just an ordinary passenger on the "Orient Express," in a manner of speaking. A non-suspect observer of the foibles of mankind. Initially, he might ask himself, "Who am I to judge humanity?" Then, he remembers quite clearly that he has a specific job with specific duties to perform: he has to discover what went wrong? Who committed the offense? Who should do the time? "There's no glamour in the slammer!" Once upon a time they sent him out for refreshments, a "constable on patrol," the new cop on the beat. The next thing he knows, he's returned and finds himself performing the duties of a seasoned criminal investigator. He's become the "Chief of Detectives," if only in function, and certainly not with any such official title. Or, is he a regular Dick? But he's good at what he does. He gets results. Before very long he begins to learn the unsavory truth of the matter, the crux of the biscuit. The characters he's met begin telling tales. They reveal the complicated personal histories of their colorful, intriguing pasts, which would form the complete history of the town, were the puzzle pieces all joined together. He begins to learn what really motivates some of the suspects he has in mind. What makes them click and tick. The suspense mounts with each succeeding chapter of the book. The pressure builds like the powerful forces of unvented gases beneath a volcano about to erupt. He files a load of cases, solving some, adding some. Thus, the Icelandic detective saga continues, culminating in sudden, shocking, revolting, and unexpected revelations which may impact him personally someday and rock his world to the core. You conclude that it's no small price you have to pay for the benefits of civilization, security, and stability in an otherwise uncertain world. You wonder if some of the perplexing people he encounters were descended from pagan or barbarian tribes. You consider the Vikings of the past, and their reputation for "raid, pillage, plunder" first and "ask questions" later. It must have penetrated through their thick skulls somehow and become deeply ingrained into their DNA processing machinery. In today's world, be that as it may, the average modern-day professional in his office has been severely restricted as to his actions and the outlets for his inadequacies and frustrations. After a particularly stressful and tiring day at the office, he may determine that the only compelling option open to him which he could faithfully exercise on a daily basis is to go home, kick the dog, booze it up, punch the wife, and send the kids to bed without allowing them play video games. Indeed, life has become a vicious circle for him with no plan of escape. He should get counseling. After carefully studying and appraising the situation, he determines that some people are just too emotional, hot-blooded, and temperamental to settle down. A former elementary teacher might have said, in his defense, "He was such a nice little boy. He must have picked up those bad habits after he grew up and moved away to Denmark in order to find work. It wasn't really his fault." A high school science teacher might have expressed his circumstances best in an amusing anecdote about the sailors on a sleek, speedy Viking ship from yesteryear. "Men, I have good new and bad news for you. The good news is we're rowing into the harbor of a fabulous city, with an abundance of wine, women, and food; a proliferation of music, dancing, frolicking, and feasting." "The bad news is, the Captain wants to water ski." Sitting on a park bench, R. Royce searched the moonless night sky above him and contemplated the universe all around him. It was too early for joggers. His future great-grandson should be able to retire comfortably someday on Mars, he thinks, after the dust settles and the way is paved. All a flourishing community really needs on the red-orange planet is a well-stocked lake, abundant vegetation, and a viable, oxygen-rich atmosphere. Plans and preparations should already have been made for the completion of thickly insulated suburban condominiums and townhouses, connected by a sub-way to the ultra-modern underground city and industrial complex. City Planner. That's what he would call "job security." Along about that time an unidentified man strolled up and sat down beside him on the weathered wooden bench, which had been painted a dark shade of green some months ago. He sat quietly in the shadows, away from the distant street lamp and appeared to reflect on the events of the coming day. He wore a long, warm, trendy, tan "London Fog" all-weather jacket, one with a plaid liner. It was all zipped up and buttoned. A warm woolen scarf was wrapped around his neck and draped over the shoulders. He wore black gloves that matched his distinctive leather boots. They had a dull-brushed finish to them. The stylish "Beaver" fedora hat that he wore, with its dashingly debonair, rakish, curved brim, shaped crown, and shiny band would have been all the rage in Wyoming had it been a taller and broader "Stetson." He gently placed a small tape-recording device on the seating space between the two of them. Next, he set down a dossier which had been bound into the certain format of an old rare-edition library book. It could just as well have contained someone's personal hand-written diary. He stood up abruptly, but nonchalantly remained standing, as if he were ready, but reluctant to leave. "As I was crossing a bridge one day, I met a man. He tipped his hat, and drew his cane," he said, according to the words of an obscure poem. "And in this riddle, I told his name," said Royce, as if in reply. Afterwards, the man simply walked away. He vanished into the night. Royce flicked a switch on the recorder and the tape began to play. "Good evening, Mr. Phillips! I trust that you've had a thoroughly relaxing and refreshing, if uneventful vacation in the tropics. It is so cordial and gracious of you to meet here on such short notice. A dreadfully catastrophic event is about to take place within the next several days. MI-7 needs you to find out the nature of the event, and put an immediate stop to it, before it occurs. The supplementary library material placed beside you contains a miniature thumb-drive with all of the pertinent background information you will require in order to become fully successful in your efforts, given the current level of your technical expertise, based on past experience. Should you choose to accept this assignment you must bear in mind that in the unfortunate event of your compromise, capture, or demise, our government will not acknowledge, recognize, condone, or approve of any of your actions, or any subsequent actions that you deem necessary. In other words, you are completely on your own on this mission. For your own safety and security, please step away from the bench at this time to avoid serious burns or otherwise severe injuries. As a further word of caution, you should be aware that the resulting smoke and fumes poses an inhalation hazard that may prove detrimental to your overall good health and general well-being. One final warning: the electronic device, the book, and all remaining contents will ignite, immediately catch fire, and completely melt down into ashes and oblivion within five seconds. Good luck and God-speed." Royce extracted the tiny thumb-drive from the book and left the scene without any hesitation on his part or comment. A few hours later, when he felt that he had attained a safe distance, far away from the rendezvous premises, having run through a series of maneuvers, a pattern of mazes, around and over numerous obstacles, he retrieved an anonymous cellular telephone and a stack of debit cards from their hiding place. He called his good friend and business associate, Cornelius Korn. "I thought I was supposed to be 'Mr. Phelps,'" said Royce. "How closely did you check the device?" asked Korn. "There should have been a 'manufactured in Japan' data plate on it," said Royce. "Good thing, Meghan decided to track the dapper gentleman with whom you met," said Korn. "Has she developed any leads?" asked Royce. "Not yet. The good news is, Alexis found the true messenger unconscious but alive, about a mile away among some shrubbery and bushes. He didn't pass all of the check points. She revived him, and re-routed him to DC for de-briefing. He had already destroyed the original, genuine tape-recorder before it could have been stolen," said Korn. "He has the burn marks to prove it. His attackers have been apprehended and appeared cooperative." "Looks like we've had a serious breech of security. Any ideas?" asked Royce "I guess we'd better open up a channel and contact HQ. The mission has changed for the worse," said Korn. "It's definitely gone side-ways. The information we have been given may be fraudulent, but not completely worthless. We'd better forward the thumb-drive to counter-intelligence, asap," said Royce. "We also need to advise them of any Intel we acquire from 'Dapper Dan.' We're completely out of the loop now. Mission aborted," said Korn. "Back to the old salt mines," said Royce, with an obvious sense of relief, but contented nonetheless. He'd followed protocol to the letter with amazing results. "Have you ever noticed that you have a calming effect on some people?" asked Meghan. "They must trust you implicitly." "The eyeglasses and disquise fooled them," said Royce. "They'll trust you as far as they can throw you," retorted Alexis Sue. "Present company excepted." "It bowls me over how we get into these SNAFU's," added Korn. "The good news is the check is in the mail." "Are you suggesting that we planned it that way all along?" asked Alexis. ### ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Icelandic noir in a tiny town near the Arctic Circle *by J***N on Reviewed in the United States on September 6, 2022* Newly trained police officer Ari Thor Arason struggles to find his way in the tiny town of Siglufjörður, near the Arctic Circle. The oppressive winter darkness gives Ari insomnia. A series of snowstorms and avalanches trap the residents in the village.Although his boss Police Chief Tómas tells him nothing ever happens in the town, he's wrong. Soon after Ari's arrival the towns most famous resident, internationally known writer Hrólfur Kristjánsson tumbles to his death in the theater where the local drama society is rehearsing a play. Not long after a woman's half-naked and bloody body is found in the snow.Despite his inexperience, Ari's newness to the community gives him perspective that his boss and more seasoned colleagues don't have. In the background, Ari is grappling with his relationship with a medical student he left behind in Reykjavick.This is a great start to a long-running series. Personally, I prefer THE DARKNESS featuring Dectective Inspector Hulda Hermannsdottir. ### ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Good Read, arctic noir *by J***C on Reviewed in the United States on September 19, 2022* If you want fistfights and gunfire and babes in bikinis etc... and all the stuff you get in an American action movie, don't bother with this one.This book is character and atmosphere heavy. It is more a traditional novel than a thriller. It is a mystery, for sure. There is murder afoot! But the focus is on the main character as he attempts to adapt to the claustrophobia of the town and his own complex short comings, all the while trying to uncover a murderer.In some senses the book is more modern than contemporary, as the author spends lots of time carefully crafting in-depth characters and the oppressive beauty of the surroundings. For some modern readers raised on movies and action fiction, this will be unbearably slow.I enjoyed the book and the writing. --- ## Why Shop on Desertcart? - 🛒 **Trusted by 1.3+ Million Shoppers** — Serving international shoppers since 2016 - 🌍 **Shop Globally** — Access 737+ million products across 21 categories - 💰 **No Hidden Fees** — All customs, duties, and taxes included in the price - 🔄 **15-Day Free Returns** — Hassle-free returns (30 days for PRO members) - 🔒 **Secure Payments** — Trusted payment options with buyer protection - ⭐ **TrustPilot Rated 4.5/5** — Based on 8,000+ happy customer reviews **Shop now:** [https://www.desertcart.com.kw/products/40796727-snowblind-a-thriller-the-dark-iceland-series-1](https://www.desertcart.com.kw/products/40796727-snowblind-a-thriller-the-dark-iceland-series-1) --- *Product available on Desertcart Kuwait* *Store origin: KW* *Last updated: 2026-05-17*