When the cold hits outside, children start disappearing from their warm homes.
When the Arctic freeze hits, children start disappearing. Because he who is most afraid is the most vulnerable... Thirty-five-year-old Jozo has lost his job and his partner and is trying to restart in the town of his childhood, where he should never have returned. What can the provincial town of Ružomberok, at the turn of two millennia and two nanite Slovak governments, offer a burnt-out loser in February? A roof over your head in an apartment building where every step hurts under the pressure of horrible memories. My poor mother was tortured to death here years ago, my senile father lives out his days in a home, and my sister prefers not to be named: The tragedy of their family continues to hang over the Malé Tatry housing estate and the intensity of their grief is surpassed by the shadow of Mount Čebrať, which looms over the neighbourhood. Moreover, just like in the winter of 1985, when Alice was abducted by ghosts from the woods, the temperature dropped back to a record low of thirty below zero.
The horror is here again - just like in the 1960s, when everything was covered up at the behest of the StB. Deer carcasses are already piling up outside the windows and monstrous children with gouged-out eyes are prowling among the buildings for their next kill. If Jozo and his former classmates hope that one victim will be enough, they are sorely mistaken. Perhaps the voracious "It" that Stephen King warned about is once again rampant in the cycle of Evil. Perhaps it should be traced why Diablo's expedition froze to death in the Urals. Or admit to something worse...
The top novel of the king of Slovak horror can be compared with the world's elite of the genre. Let the bestial cold of the Little Tatras outside your doorstep and you will be scared with all your senses!
