Snowbound

I do so enjoy toast,’ Nanda commented, spreading a thick layer of butter upon her third slice. ‘And this is the very best, Konrad. I do not often envy you the luxury you wallow in, but I believe I shall make an exception of your breakfast table.’

And while no one could be found to confirm the rumour, this report, too, winged its way back to Ekamet.

dead faces stared, glassy-eyed, from the walls of the ice palace, ringing the great hall in macabre splendour. Five glacial figures hung in forlorn companionship, but one wa

They are not always rude, primitive structures. Houses of extraordinary grace rise from the blanketing snows, thriving upon the bone-deep chill of the Assevan winter.