A snowed-in mansion. A private art exhibit. A killer with a taste for the grotesque.
When Detective Selma Rajavi is invited to an exclusive winter gathering at the remote Blackthorn Manor, she expects eccentric art and awkward small talk—not blood on the marble floors.
Hosted by the brilliant but reclusive artist Solomon Vire, the event promises seven never-before-seen installations. But as a storm cuts off all contact with the outside world, and the guests begin to vanish one by one, Selma starts to suspect the They aren’t here to view the art. They are the art.
Now Selma must unravel the riddles embedded in the walls of the manor before she becomes the next twisted exhibit—framed in bronze, frozen in time.
I feel like it wanted to be gruesome and thrilling but the pacing felt off, the ‘presentations’ of the murders were weird (not even gore-y just odd with obvious weirdness to try and make it gore-y), and (I know sometimes you have dispel your disbelief when reading fiction but…) you’re telling me everyone knows this artist murders and displays it and no one stopped going to his shows because he had money? You’re telling me that someone knew that’s what this event was for and they didn’t go to the police??? They chose to not only attend but go along with the plan but only was shocked because he knew the people being murdered? You’re telling me a POLICE OFFICER knew what this artist was, knew what he does, has SEEN HIS WORK BEFORE, and was not only invited but didn’t think to have other officers available outside to idk ARREST the guy or get the people out of there??? Instead she just attended and was shocked when the artist did what the artist does. Be so for real 🙄
I get that writing is hard and to author a book is an accomplishment in itself. However, I don’t think I’ll read anything else from this author and I absolutely do not recommend this book to anyone.