This is a terrific book - better written than most literary fiction, deeper and denser than the average thriller, and gripping from the very first scene. Without resorting to graphic descriptions of violence Frederic Lindsay manages to create an atmosphere of evil and characters who exude real menace. His detective, Meldrum, middle-aged, jaded, but basically decent, is likeable and convincing, and the dialogue is always crisp and real. The plotting is complex with shifts in chronology and perspective that require a certain level of concentration on the reader's part, but it's concentration that's willingly given. In fact what makes this author stand out is his refusal to hand the reader everything on a plate: you have to meet him half way (Okay - not half way, a fraction of the way.) That's the difference between literature and throwaway fiction, and that's why Darkness in My Hand is such an absorbing read.