FRANK M. ZISKUTHRILLERS & NOIR
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DORGALI · BARBAGIA · SARDINIA

Every land
has its shadows.
Mine tell stories.

I’m Frank M. Zisku. I write thrillers and noir rooted in the land I know, in the silences of the Supramonte and the bonds that shape our lives.

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HUMAN STORIES. FAMILY SECRETS.01 / MY WORLD

THE NOVELS

Two books.
One story that stays with you.

From the Supramonte to a family’s hidden past.
Follow Elias Mereu as he confronts the truth and the ties of blood.

Cover of The Shadow of Supramonte by Frank M. Zisku — English cover preview
Original photograph © Valentina Spanu

BOOK I · NOIR THRILLER

The Shadow of
Supramonte

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The blood of the past cannot be washed away. It waits.

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When Elias Mereu flees Mamoiada to start a new life in Dorgali, he believes he has left behind the violence that tore his family apart. But in the heart of Barbagia, time does not settle blood debts.

Through the silence of the Supramonte, along the paths of Tiscali, into the gorges of the Flumineddu and the mountains of Mamoiada, every choice draws Elias towards a fate he seems powerless to escape.

In a land where the law of the state is entangled with the older code of honour, truth always comes at a price.

Cover of The Shadow of Blood by Frank M. Zisku — English cover preview

BOOK II · NOIR THRILLER

The Shadow
of Blood

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One photograph. A certainty begins to crack.

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For eleven years, Elias Mereu has believed that his father and brother died in a feud. Then an old photograph casts doubt on everything he thought he knew.

In the family home in Mamoiada, a hidden room holds black masks, childhood memories and documents linked to a robbery long ago. Following the trail to Dorgali, Elias discovers how much the people he trusted have kept from him.

Someone is watching him. Documents disappear. Those who know the truth are beginning to feel afraid.

At his side, Roberta searches for answers, refusing to accept any more lies. But every discovery brings Elias closer to a choice: uncover the truth about his loved ones’ deaths, or let their blood demand more blood.

ABOUT ME

Frank
M. Zisku.

My roots.
My voice.

BORN IN GERMANY
ROOTED IN DORGALI
STORIES FROM THE SUPRAMONTE

My name is Frank M. Zisku. I write thrillers and noir set in my homeland, Sardinia.

I was born in Germany to Sardinian parents, both from Dorgali, who had emigrated for work. I grew up and went to school there until I was eleven. In 1985 I moved to Dorgali, where I spent a year living with my grandparents before my parents returned too.

This is where I built my life. I have friends in many towns and villages, and a deep bond with Barbagia: its people, its customs and its contradictions. I am Sardinian, and proud of it. I believe in Sardinian independence and in our people’s right to self-determination, the freedom to decide our own future. That conviction has always been part of me.

I have travelled across my homeland on foot and by motorcycle, and explored beneath it during the years I spent caving. I used to race enduro, and I love motorcycle touring: I have ridden through much of Europe, alone and with friends. I love Sardinia’s mountains, its sea and its mysteries. Yet it is to the Supramonte that I return in search of something I feel belongs to me deep down.

More about me

I know the nights spent outdoors, the trails, the journey from sea to mountain. I like to stop at archaeological sites, taking time to sit in silence and meditate. In certain places I feel a particular energy. I carry that feeling into my stories.

I enjoy going to the festivals in our towns and villages. Each has its own customs, traditional dress, beliefs and way of coming together. I especially love the carnival season, Barbagia’s ancestral masks and the atmosphere around the bonfires of Saint Anthony. These are days of gathering, of open wine cellars and new wine: moments when I feel my bond with this land and its people all the more strongly.

I read a great deal, usually between eighty and a hundred books a year. I have always written down thoughts and poems. Over time, my love of thrillers and noir led me to look for a longer story to tell.

Losing my father when I was twenty left a deep mark on my life. My mother, Lina, has always been there for me. She has made many sacrifices and helped me enormously. I am deeply grateful to her.

My brother Giovanni is seven years younger than me and has lived away from Sardinia for many years. We share that feeling of homecoming: when he arrives, he too needs to take a deep breath of the air of home. I like to think our father passed this on to us, and that it is something that still binds us together.

Over the years I have also faced difficult periods of ill health, during which writing became an ever greater part of my life. In July 2025 I began the work that, over thirteen months, grew into a story later divided into two novels: The Shadow of Supramonte and The Shadow of Blood.

What draws me most when I write is getting inside my characters’ minds and exploring the relationships between people. The mystery also grows out of the places I know and the impressions that stay with me as I walk through them.

My books hold the Sardinia I live in every day: proud, complex, full of beauty and hardship. I want to tell the stories of its people, its traditions and its contradictions, along with the sense of mystery that certain places never cease to stir in me.

MY HOMELAND

“To understand
Sardinia,
you have to live it.”

I love travelling. But one of the finest things about any journey is coming home. When I step off the ferry or out of the airport, and all the more as I draw closer to my own part of the island, I find myself taking a deep breath. I can smell Sardinia: the myrtle, the holm oaks, the Mediterranean scrub. Near the sea, the salt air is unmistakable. It is the scent of home.

I remember coming back from Germany in the seventies and eighties on those old ferries. When we arrived home, my father would take a deep breath, his eyes glistening. He was back. After so many years of hard factory work, he decided to return to Sardinia. Of one thing he was certain: he wanted his life to end at home, in his own land, among his own people. Once back, he worked the land and tended the vines. That land later passed to us, and our olive trees still grow there today. I still remember that breath, and the tears in his eyes.

Perhaps my own feeling of homecoming comes from him. It is good to leave, to discover other places. But it is good, too, to come back and breathe this air again.

Living on an island means knowing distance and hardship. But that isolation has also made us resourceful, tenacious and able to find our own way.

That is how I see my people: a tough exterior and a tender heart. I know Barbagia’s hospitality through friendships, homes and the people themselves. Once you win our hearts, you discover how much we have to give.

FRANK M. ZISKU