The Light Within: A Winter's Tale - Plot & Excerpts
The great firs hemming either side of the pass towered above them like dark sentinels, their branches bowed in shrouds of snow. They creaked and swayed in the wind that sent flurries spinning and dancing through the air before landing on horses and riders. The trees blocked the worst of the wind, but a few stray gusts broke through the shield of foliage and whistled down the pass, straight as an arrow and just as piercing. Martise lifted her head from the shelter offered by Silhara’s heavy winter cloak and his embrace. “I thought the plains winds were harsh. These cut like knives.” She formed the words around chattering teeth. The tip of her nose was bright red, and she shivered hard in his arms. Silhara braced for the inevitable cold shock of her gloved hands as they skittered up his sides to burrow under his arms. He joined her in the shivering. “Those hands of yours are icier than a wraith’s touch.” “That’s because I’m nearly frozen to death.” She abandoned his underarms to map paths down his sides towards his breeches lacings.
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