Former Sun scribe draws on old notebook, travels in new novel

On a long-ago trip to Algonquin Park during the dead of winter, Ottawa writer Ron Corbett remembers seeing an ice hut flash with light in the darkness of a frozen lake.
The image stuck him. “It was kid of spooky,” he remembers. “Was it a shotgun going off? Or was it just someone trying to light a lamp?”
The scene would plant in Corbett’s mind the seed for a novel, one that begins with an atrocity inside a remote northern cabin.
Although it would take him more than a