Subtlety is what makes this an exceptional read. The dystopian element of the story is almost imperceptible, it unfolds slowly like flowers uncurling at the first sign of spring.
The solitude, the silence and the snow gives the story an aura of complete and utter isolation. The kind of isolation one would experience under normal circumstances in an area like that, let alone in the aftermath of a global disaster. Which is probably why the small community appears to be nothing more than a close-knit family unit living in the Yukon wilderness. Hence there being nothing unusual about Lynn hunting for her next meal, and going head to head with anyone who dares to cross her or her family.
Although it doesn’t seem to be a priority, they are all aware that they are part of the small group deemed survivors of the disaster that ravaged and decimated the entire population. Lynn is also acutely aware of being a young woman with only minimal choices when it comes to romantic partners or viable partners.
So the arrival of new blood in the area is the beginning of new emotions, new threats and Jax also brings the key to Pandora’s box with him. Lynn discovers something about herself and her past that will not only change her path in life, it also has the potential to change the lives of those around her.
Johnson has a knack for the minimalistic approach whilst creating vivid imagery, solid characters and the kind of story readers will want to follow to the end.
Hopefully readers won’t have to wait too long for the sequel to The Wolves in Winter, and yes there really needs to be one, because I need to know what happens next.