I picked this book up because I needed a good thriller to read while travelling through France by train. Not having read the author before, I was induced to buy the book on the strength of the jacket reviews - I have never been more disillusioned by a book in my life.
Initially, I thought I was in for a treat, as the writing style was worthy of a modicum of literary merit. Unfortunately, style triumphed over content. The dialogue was amongst the most unconvincing I have ever had the misfortunate to read.
Over all, the story was a big let down - I stayed with the book in the hope that it would at one point get going but it never actually did.
The reason and motivation for the serial killer killing his victims in the peculiar way that he did, was in my opinion, just a literary device to act as a hook to hang a story. The rationale behind what drove the killer to act was never adequately explained, aside from it one of revenge.
The symbolism of the sacred cut was never fully explained, except that the pattern of the cut appeared in an ancient temple where an undercover military operation was aborted and was the where the serial killer was abandoned by his colleagues.