The Ice Princess. Camilla Lackberg
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CAMILLA LACKBERG
The Ice Princess
Translated from the Swedish by
Steven T. Murray
Copyright
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2008
Copyright © Camilla Lackberg 2004
Published by agreement with Bengt Nordin Agency, Sweden
English translation © Steven T. Murray 2007
Cover design by Heike Schüssler © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2017
Cover photographs © Aleah Ford/Arcangel (woman); Shutterstock (ice)
Fjällbacka map by Andrew Ashton © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2008
Camilla Lackberg asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
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This is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780007416189
Ebook Edition © FEBRUARY 2009 ISBN: 9780007313693
Version: 2017-08-03
Dedication
For Wille
Contents
1
The house was desolate and empty. The cold penetrated into every corner. A thin sheet of ice had formed in the bathtub. She had begun to take on a slightly bluish tinge.
He thought she looked like a princess lying there. An ice princess.
The floor he was sitting on was ice cold, but the chill didn’t bother him. He reached out his hand and touched her.
The blood on her wrists had congealed long ago.
His love for her had never been stronger. He caressed her arm, as if he were caressing the soul that had now left her body.
He didn’t look back when he left. It was not ‘good-bye’, it was ‘until we meet again’.
Eilert Berg was not a happy man. His breathing was strained and his breath came out of his mouth in little white puffs, but his health was not what he considered his biggest problem.
Svea had been so gorgeous in her youth, and he had hardly been able to stand the wait before he could get her into the bridal bed. She had seemed tender, affectionate, and a bit shy. Her true nature had come out after a period of youthful lust that was far too brief. She had put her foot down and kept him on a tight leash for close to fifty years. But Eilert had a secret. For the first time, he saw an opportunity for a little freedom in the autumn of his years and he did not intend to squander it.
He had toiled hard as a fisherman all his life, and the income had been just enough to provide for Svea and the children. After he retired they had only their meagre pensions to live on. With no money in his pocket there was no chance of starting his life over somewhere else, alone. Now this opportunity had appeared like a gift from above, and it was laughably easy besides. But if someone wanted to pay him a shameless amount of money for a few hours’ work each week, that wasn’t his problem. He wasn’t about