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Manitou Canyon (Cork O'Connor Series #15)
     

Manitou Canyon (Cork O'Connor Series #15)

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by William Kent Krueger
 

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“One of today's automatic buy-today-read-tonight series...thoughtful but suspenseful, fast but lasting, contemporary but strangely timeless.” (Lee Child) In the extraordinary new Cork O’Connor thriller from New York Times bestselling and Edgar Award–winning author William Kent Krueger, the lives of hundreds of innocent people are at

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“One of today's automatic buy-today-read-tonight series...thoughtful but suspenseful, fast but lasting, contemporary but strangely timeless.” (Lee Child) In the extraordinary new Cork O’Connor thriller from New York Times bestselling and Edgar Award–winning author William Kent Krueger, the lives of hundreds of innocent people are at stake when Cork vanishes just days before his daughter’s wedding.

Since the violent deaths of his wife, father, and best friend all occurred in previous Novembers, Cork O’Connor has always considered it to be the cruelest of months. Yet, his daughter has chosen this dismal time of year in which to marry, and Cork is understandably uneasy.

His concern comes to a head when a man camping in Minnesota’s Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness goes missing. As the official search ends with no recovery in sight, Cork is asked by the man’s family to stay on the case. Although the wedding is fast approaching and the weather looks threatening, he accepts and returns to that vast wilderness on his own.

As the sky darkens and the days pass, Cork’s family anxiously awaits his return. Finally certain that something has gone terribly wrong, they fly by floatplane to the lake where the missing man was last seen. Locating Cork’s campsite, they find no sign of their father. They do find blood, however. A lot of it.

With an early winter storm on the horizon, it’s a race against time as Cork’s family struggles to uncover the mystery behind these disappearances. Little do they know, not only is Cork’s life on the line, but so are the lives of hundreds of others.

A taut, suspenseful thriller, Manitou Canyon features everything readers love in a Cork O’Connor novel: a dramatic Northwoods setting, an intriguing view of the Objibwe culture, an enigmatic crime, masterful storytelling, and more than a few surprises.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
07/04/2016
In Edgar-winner Krueger’s uneven 15th Cork O’Connor thriller (after 2014’s Windigo Island), Lindsay Harris and her brother, Trevor, hire the ex-sheriff turned PI to find their architect grandfather, John Harris, who recently vanished from Minnesota’s Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness. Winter is coming, and Cork’s daughter is getting married soon, but the siblings’ plea is compelling and Harris was a childhood friend, so Cork accompanies Lindsay into the wilderness to see what Tamarack County Search and Rescue might have missed. When the pair fails to return, friends and family investigate. Meanwhile, Cork and Lindsay fight for their lives. Honorable and courageous yet full of self-doubt, Cork seeks not only Harris but also redemption for past failures. By contrast, most of Krueger’s female characters lack depth and act only out of love for—or lack of love from—men. References to Ojibwe culture and an extraordinary sense of place provide color and texture, but deliberate pacing and an anticlimactic conclusion undercut an intriguing setup and the plot’s inherent tension. Agent: Danielle Egan-Miller, Browne & Miller Literary Associates. (Sept.)
New York Times Book Review
“William Kent Krueger…writes with fresh passion and purpose in Windigo Island.”
Columbus Dispatch
“Krueger juggles a large cast of characters deftly and doles out clues to the mystery judiciously. More important, he recognizes the complexity of this place and its people.”
Duluth News Tribune
“Krueger at his page-turning best — but this time with a higher purpose.”
Booklist (starred review)
“...hold-your-breath suspense, heightened by the isolating blizzards of a Minnesota winter and the eerie presence of a stalker.... Because Krueger works in the history of his characters’ relationships in a clear and elegant way, this exceptionally scary suspense story will prove riveting for both newcomers to the series and readers who have followed Cork as he and his family have aged and grown.”
Lansing Journal (Michigan)
“Krueger is in fine form in this superb, highly atmospheric tale, deftly capturing a wide range of emotions and conflicts between assorted characters. . .you’re in for a real treat.”
Booklist
“...hold-your-breath suspense, heightened by the isolating blizzards of a Minnesota winter and the eerie presence of a stalker.... Because Krueger works in the history of his characters’ relationships in a clear and elegant way, this exceptionally scary suspense story will prove riveting for both newcomers to the series and readers who have followed Cork as he and his family have aged and grown.”
Minneapolis Star Tribune
“Krueger is skillful in many things — creating strong characters, building drama and conflict, braiding in Indian legend and spirituality, and spinning a good yarn — but sense of place may well be his forte.”
Bookreporter
“Krueger demonstrates his penchant and ability for finding deep, rich and new veins of stories from the seemingly inexhaustive mine of the rural and deceptively peaceful northern Minnesota and its surrounding environs."
Milwaukee-Wisconsin Journal Sentinel
"A gripping thriller."
Twin Cities Pioneer Press
"Krueger keeps the tension high."

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781476749266
Publisher:
Atria Books
Publication date:
09/06/2016
Series:
Cork O'Connor Series , #15
Pages:
336
Sales rank:
13,296
Product dimensions:
9.10(w) x 6.20(h) x 1.30(d)

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Manitou Canyon

  • CHAPTER 1

    In the gray of early afternoon, the canoes drew up to the shoreline of the island. The paddles were stowed. The woman in the bow of the first canoe and the kid in the bow of the second stepped onto the rocks. They held the canoes steady while the men in the stern of each disembarked and joined them. The kid grabbed a rifle from the center of the canoe he’d come in, then lifted a pack. He studied the island and the great stand of red pines that grew there.

    “Where to?” he said.

    “First, we hide the canoes,” the man who was the oldest and tallest said.

    They carried the crafts from the lake a dozen yards into the trees. The tall man in the lead and the woman with him set their canoe behind a fallen pine, and the kid and the other man did the same.

    “Want to cover them with boughs or something?” the kid asked.

    “Break off boughs and someone will know we were here,” the tall man said. “This’ll do.”

    They returned to the shore where they’d left their gear. The kid grabbed his rifle and reached for a pack.

    The woman said, “I’ll carry that. You see to your rifle.”

    She shouldered the pack, and the tall man started toward the interior of the island. The others followed, wordless and in single file.

    On some maps, the island was called by its Ojibwe name: Miskominag. On others, it was called Raspberry. Words in different languages that meant the same thing. They walked inland through the pines, passed bushes that in summer would have been full of berries, but it was the first day of November, and all the plants except the evergreens were bare. They came to a great upthrust of rock, a kind of wall across the island, and the tall man began to climb. The others spread out and found their own ways up. The top of the outcropping stood above the crowns of the trees. From there, they could see the whole of the lake, a two-mile-long, horseshoe-shaped body of water three-quarters of a mile across at its widest point. The water of the lake was the same dismal color of both the sky above them and the rock outcropping on which they stood. The gray of despair.

    “Where will he come from?” the kid asked, his eyes taking in all that water and shoreline.

    “The south,” the tall man said. “Over there.” He pointed toward a spot across the lake.

    The kid looked and said, “All I see is trees.”

    “Try these.” The tall man unshouldered the pack he’d carried, set it down, and drew out a pair of binoculars. He handed them to the kid, who spent a minute adjusting the lenses.

    “Got it. A portage,” the kid said. He returned the binoculars to the man. “What now?”

    “We wait.”

    The others unburdened themselves of their packs. The shorter of the two men—he had a nose that was like a blob of clay plopped in the middle of his face—took a satellite phone from his pack and walked away from the others.

    The woman said to the kid, “Hungry?”

    “Famished.”

    She pulled deer jerky and an orange from her pack and offered them.

    “Wouldn’t mind some hot soup,” the kid said.

    “No fires,” the tall man told him.

    “He won’t be here for a long time,” the kid said.

    “The smoke would be visible for miles. And the smell would carry, too,” the tall man said.

    The kid laughed. “Think there’s anybody besides us way the hell out here this time of year?”

    “Out here, you never know. Enjoy your jerky and orange.”

    The tall man walked away, studying the whole of the lake below. The wall fell off in a vertical cliff face, a tall palisade several hundred yards long. A few aspen had taken root and clung miraculously to the hard, bare rock, but they didn’t obscure the view. There was nowhere on the lake that wasn’t visible from that vantage. The woman followed him.

    “He’s too young,” she said with a note of gall. “I told you.”

    “He’s strong in the right ways. And a far better shot than me or you, if it comes to that.”

    He looked back at the kid, who’d already eaten his jerky and was peeling the orange while intently studying the place along the shoreline where the trees opened onto the portage. The woman was right. He was young. Seventeen. He’d never killed a man, but that’s what he was there for. To do this thing, if necessary.

    “When the time comes,” the tall man said, “if he has to do it, he’ll be fine.” He turned from the woman and rejoined the others.

    The man with the formless nose said, “Sat phone’s a problem. These clouds.”

    “Did you get through?”

    “Only enough to say we made it. Then I lost the signal.”

    “That’ll do.”

    The kid sat on a rock and cradled his rifle in his lap. He leaned forward and looked at the lake, the trees, the shoreline, the place where the man would come.

    “Does he have a name?” the kid asked.

    “What difference does it make?” the woman said.

    “I don’t know. Just wondered.”

    “Everyone has a name,” the woman said.

    “So what’s his?”

    “Probably better you don’t know. That way, he’s just a target.”

    The tall man said, “His name’s O’Connor. Cork O’Connor.”

    The kid lifted his rifle, sighted at the shoreline.

    Behind him, the woman whispered, “Bang.”

  • Meet the Author

    William Kent Krueger is the award-winning author of fourteen previous Cork O'Connor novels, including Tamarack County and Windigo Island, as well as the novel Ordinary Grace, winner of the 2014 Edgar Award. All are available from Atria Books. He lives in the Twin Cities with his family. Visit his website at WilliamKentKrueger.com.

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    Manitou Canyon: A Novel 4.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
    Anonymous 11 months ago
    Kent's descriptions alone are worth the read. A compelling story that became a page-turner.
    Anonymous 6 months ago
    I have read the authors books over the past few years and have found them very entertaining. The stories utilize the same characters which makes it easy to dive into for a good read. I will await Krueger's next book. And with the family growing, there is no telling where he'll travel, or who will need his help. Your all time fan.
    Anonymous 8 months ago
    Gripping plot; vividly alive and alluring descriptions of nature and details of native truths and wisdom.
    tedfeit0 9 months ago
    Of the fifteen volumes in the excellent Cork O’Connor series, this latest is one of the best. It finds Cork in the midst of at least two conspiracies during which he probably learns more about himself than he has in a long time. It is November, a month in which he has undergone several tragedies, including the death of his wife. In a depressed mood, his daughter’s wedding looms in a couple of weeks. The Cork is approached by the grandchildren of a boyhood friend he has not seen in decades, who has gone missing in Minnesota’s Boundary Waters Canoe Area Wilderness, to try to find the man despite a two-week search-and-rescue operation having failed and efforts called off. Instead of the couple of days by which Cork promised his daughter to return, he and the accompanying granddaughter go missing as well. And this leads to some of the best writing and descriptions in a series that abounds in such efforts as Cork and the woman are captured and with their captors trudge and canoe northward to Canada. Meanwhile back home Cork’s family and friends realize something has gone wrong and they fly to Raspberry Lake looking for him. With winter setting in, it becomes a race not only for survival for the group that captured Cork, but also for his rescuers. As is usual, the author gives the reader deep insight not only into Ojibwe culture but the Northwoods environment in which the story takes place. Highly recommended.
    Anonymous 9 months ago
    Anonymous 11 months ago
    Didn't want to put it down!
    DianaH-Maine 11 months ago
    William Kent Krueger’s MANITOU CANYON is one of his best works. His writing is so descriptive and insightful, thoughtful and provocative. His writing evokes such a ‘sense of place’ that I feel that I know this ‘Boundary Waters Area’ intimately. “The trees lining the path felt like dark walls that day, and the narrow strip of sky above was like a ribbon torn from some soiled and shabby fabric.” His characters are familiar to me, like close friends or neighbors. The plots play out as morality plays. Tensions weave in and out of every character, movement and place. MANITOU CANYON does not disappoint in any way.
    Anonymous 10 months ago
    I feel like im there either in the forest,lake,canoe with the characters.