Chapter 1 Chapter 2.1 The clock on Zeulla's bedside table insisted it was five in the morning. She stared at it for several moments before looking toward the window again. The curtains had been drawn the

The inflatable boat rose and fell with the swell, its rubber sides brushing softly against floating pieces of ice. Zeulla tightened her hold on the crate resting across her knees, more concerned for its