The setting of this book is brilliant and intriguing, but the plot drags on forever. Landsman is a walking cliche: the detective who is ruining himself and lives only for his work; the rogue cop who gets the job done. Add that to the fact that nothing particularly interesting happens until about 250 pages in, and you have a slog of a book. This book had so much potential to be amazing, with the premise and the way Chanson built up the culture of the Sitka district, but it just doesn’t live up to it.