Death on the Funicular

Slovenian Alps. Anticipating a wonderful rest at a cozy mountain hotel, the noble English Robinson family—along with a well-known American writer—finally stepped out of the funicular into fresh air. Except for Mrs. Robinson… Her lifeless body remained lying in the empty cabin in an unnatural pose. The day before, the woman had complained of feeling unwell. But her loved ones took it for another whim of an overly irritable lady. Mrs. Robinson was desperate; a serious conflict was brewing… And then she’s dead.

Death might have passed for an accident—if not for a bottle of liqueur with traces of some strange powder from which the dead woman was drinking…

Accidentally staying at the hotel, an English student, Adam Carlsen, already has experience investigating crimes. And he sets out to find the cause of the mysterious tragedy…

A novel in the best traditions of classic detective fiction with a good portion of black humor. A mysterious crime, a narrow circle of suspects, a perceptive detective, an unpredictable psychological resolution… and all of it against the backdrop of soothing beauty of a high-mountain Alpine resort.

— “How I’ve yearned for a good detective story—stately, refined, steeped in noir romance and full of secrets. This novel is a deep nod to the classics of the genre. In it, the ‘English’ness is everywhere, starting with the very title. Don’t forget to pour yourself a cup of tea before you start reading.” — Henry Cyril, author of the bestsellers “The Script,” “80 Cigarettes,” and others.

“Written so interestingly and truthfully that you literally feel like you’re taking part in the events. You stroll through the picturesque city with the characters, listen to their conversations, and with your heart in your throat watch the snow-white peaks of the Alps… And at the most dangerous moment, it’s as if you can feel the killer’s breath behind your back, unable to turn around…” — Nikolay Prokofiev, editor of the book