We are fortunate to enjoy a great host of suspense writers who alternate their stories to fill our nightstands with new and great novels. Could be from Dolores Redondo but also Victor of the Tree and of course a Ibon Martin already settled in that narrative maturity that also arrives with the forty-something.
A consolidation achieved after forging between disparate genres to find a hybrid between his taste for landscapes and introspection that can be born from the observation of a capricious and dark Cantabrian Sea, capable of unraveling deep stories of abyssal bottoms not only oceanic but human.
Because in today's suspense or thriller, readers are always looking for more, yearning for evil motives, for reasons so that the vision of the world is obscured from minds capable of animosity as a vital foundation.
The telluric once again acquires that prominence that permeates everything, from the cold coastal aroma that freezes the blood to the saltpeter that saturates the air currents until they crack like pinches on our skin.
Following the success of The dance of the tulips, Ibon Martín returns with a sinuous, magnetic and impeccable thriller, in which Ane Cestero and his special unit face an enemy with many faces: the irrational hatred that can inhabit any of us.
You can now buy the novel "The hour of the seagulls", by Ibón Martín, here:
