Paradoxical dance: Viktor A. King Paradoxical dance

By Viktor A. King

Step into the shadowy world of "Paradoxical Dance," the latest thrilling masterpiece from acclaimed author Viktor A. King. As the ninth novel in King's repertoire, "Paradoxical Dance" continues to showcase the author's unparalleled talent for crafting gripping narratives that transcend borders and languages. Translated into six languages, King's work has captivated audiences worldwide, and "Paradoxical Dance" promises to be another triumph.

Set against the backdrop of New York City, "Paradoxical Dance" follows the journey of Detective Adam as he confronts a series of chilling murders intertwined with perplexing religious motifs. From the neon-lit streets of Times Square to the historic churches of Manhattan, Adam navigates a landscape fraught with danger and deceit, his keen intellect and unwavering determination his only allies in the pursuit of justice.

With each murder, Adam delves deeper into the twisted mind of the killer, deciphering cryptic clues that lead him on a harrowing journey of discovery. As the body count rises, so too does the tension, as Adam races against the clock to unravel the mystery before it's too late. But the stakes are higher than he could have ever imagined, and the line between hunter and prey begins to blur in the relentless pursuit of truth.

"Paradoxical Dance" is not merely a tale of suspense; it's a riveting exploration of the human psyche, delving into the darkest recesses of the soul. As Adam grapples with his own inner demons, he must confront the shadows that lurk within the city itself, where nothing is as it seems, and danger lurks around every corner.

Prepare to be enthralled by Viktor A. King's masterful storytelling, where every twist and turn leaves you breathless and eager for more. "Paradoxical Dance" is a tour de force of suspense, intrigue, and the timeless battle between light and darkness—a must-read for fans of the genre and newcomers alike.

Master of Noir Fiction

Introduction:

Step into the world of noir fiction with Viktor A. King, a dynamic new voice in the literary landscape. Renowned for his evocative prose and captivating storytelling, King has established himself as a master of the genre, earning accolades for his ability to weave tales of mystery and intrigue.

Background:

With a background rooted in literature and a keen eye for detail, King's journey as a writer has been marked by a relentless pursuit of storytelling excellence. Drawing inspiration from classic noir authors and contemporary literary giants alike, he has honed his craft over the years, refining his unique voice and style.

Talent:

King's talent lies in his ability to transport readers to the dark and atmospheric worlds he creates, where moral ambiguity reigns supreme and danger lurks around every corner. His characters are richly drawn, flawed yet compelling, and his plots are intricately woven tapestries of suspense and intrigue.

Debut Thriller:

In his eagerly anticipated debut thriller, King takes readers on a journey into the heart of darkness, exploring themes of faith, redemption, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. With "Unveiling Darkness," he showcases his versatility as a writer, venturing into new territory while staying true to the hallmarks of his signature style.

Conclusion:

Viktor A. King is a talent to watch, a rising star in the world of noir fiction whose work promises to captivate and enthrall readers for years to come. With his debut thriller, he proves himself to be a force to be reckoned with, offering a tantalizing glimpse into the depths of human nature and the mysteries that lie within.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Viktor A. King
• Release date: Feb 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215787540

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Paradoxical

dance

VIKTOR A.

KING

English version

CHAPTER ONE

Hayden Planetarium – New York City

Date: December 24, 2023

Time: 6:47 PM

Susy decided to organize the final documents before closing the office.

It was Christmas Eve.

She sighed.

It was Christmas Eve for many – a tree adorned with lights and ribbons, gifts, and terracotta figurines emulating centuries of history.

Friends and family gratifying the ego with hugs and tenderness.

She adjusted her high-necked sweater; the wool pinched her skin, and she scratched the whiteness of her neck with bitten nails, causing an immediate reddish spot.

She wore a ponytail, with a few unruly strands and a perfect fringe reminiscent of an eternal child.

A round turtle-shell frame emphasized the congenital myopia she had suffered from since her early school days.

Overall, she was a pleasant woman – not beautiful, certainly not flashy, but pleasant.

The kind of woman you notice when drunk or depressed, invariably lingering in the corners of a room, in the deserted armchairs. A woman who had enjoyed little, with an unrelenting inner voice always suggesting her to stop. Stop at the pedestrian crossings, at the red traffic light, stop at the tram station, stop in front of life experiences because thinking about them or enduring the consequences, even if pleasant, was too exhausting.

Especially if pleasant.

The real terror for a woman like her was not anonymity or the boring routine of a life without risks, preordained in every detail, but happiness.

How do you endure happiness? It is genuinely challenging to face a real, indisputable, spasmodic dose of joy. An excess of endorphins, a galloping endocrine dose of irrational oxytocin flooding the body, providing satisfaction, pride, confidence.

Better the flat control of a utility vehicle, a few trotting horses, a gentle clutch, a reliable brake, a subdued accelerator.

She had no love life, was not inclined to flirt, not inclined to undress or be touched, so few courted her, having to navigate through shirt buttons, collars too high and inaccessible, jeans, sneakers, and woolen socks.

No one at Christmas would have asked her for an obscene pose or to spread her legs in a gift stream. She would be awaited by the cat, two multicolored parakeets defying old age, and a reheated dinner. Her Christmas tree was the ugliest in the world – few lights, ornaments accumulated over centuries, dust settled on almost dry branches.

She took off her glasses, cleaned the lenses with the suede of the case, two slight scratches caused a hint of annoyance. She saw the world blurred with an unnecessary outline of two transversal lines.

Her job was monotonous; she read mail, forwarded emails, and made sure there were no complaints about access to the Planetarium. Occasionally, she forwarded press releases and organized sporadic visits with New York schools. She was inclined towards negligence, in her body, relationships, and work. But it seemed her presence was essential, so she wisely ensured money every month for rent, food, and some clothing from the department stores. New York was an unbearable city to live in – too much crime, too big, divided, multicultural, dirty, and with a perpetually sweet smell like fast-food barbecue sauce.

A huge city entirely enclosed in a smart experience. Smart was the time to breathe it and visit it before enclosing yourself in a protected environment, home, and work.

She shut down the computer, took the keys to lock the last doors, and turned off the lights in the most important rooms. About ten minutes remained until the end of her shift. It didn't matter if she was punctual; she had nothing planned afterward, but she didn't feel like coming home late. Perhaps someone would set off fireworks, and her cat could get scared.

She opened the last letter. On plain paper, without a sender's address, rather anonymous, typed in Times New Roman 12 on the computer. The sheet was white, perfectly centered, with eleven lines in bold:

"In the darkness of the night, under the starry sky, resides an enigma, dreamt by many.

No beginning, no end, without time or space. Among numbers and secrets, it hides its palace. An enchanted glass sphere in an unknown world. Keys and locks, everything is guarded here.

Stars are guides, but the path is dark.

Decipher the code, reveal its future."

She couldn't stand rhymes, didn't understand them, didn't understand why waste time reflecting on the meaning of something when you could simply write the answer!

She couldn't decipher anything, and consequently, she was not interested in unveiling her future. She crumpled the letter and tossed it into the waste bin with the scraps.

She stood up, grabbed her wool coat and hat, and headed to turn off the remaining lights. Christmas was really nonsense, devoid of magic for adults accustomed to the monotony of reality!

She entered the corridor leading to the large hall, the one that usually hosted