Kes stood still in the great hall.
Having lived for several years in the city, he had grown used to the warm orange glow from streetlamps, dogs barking, and the guttural growl of car exhausts as motorists drove past his house on their way to goodness knows where.
But nothing could prepare him for nighttime in the countryside.
It was as if someone had draped a pitch-black curtain across the sky, cloaking the night in silence and engulfing him in anonymity, allowing him to be whoever he wanted to be. A hero, an adventurer, or both.
Fully alert, he listened, but the only sound came from the muted ticking of the grandfather clock.
Tock... tock... tock…
Kes fumbled for switch on his torch. Shining the beam, the shadow of the clock lengthened up the wall and
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She lives a solitary life, rarely seen, although it is believed she walks along the paths and wooded copses, a basket in her arms as she collects winter berries and gathers wild herbs covered under deep blankets of snow. But beware! With one look and one touch, she can pierce your soul with a million frozen kisses… According to the fable of the Snow Witch, she only lives to be one hundred years old. To unlock her curse, she must find somebody with a heart as pure as snow...
By then, Kes felt his eyelids droop. And just as he was about to close his eyes, one sentence stood out as bold as can be.
At the time of writing this book, the last sighting of the Snow Witch was in 2012. Miss Genevieve Gadwall reported seeing a young girl dressed in white, flitting through the trees at Chilly Hollow...
His toes curled, and his heartbeat quickened. Genevieve knew something, of that he was sure, and he could feel his curiosity strengthening, burning a hole in his chest. But more than that, he had some unanswered questions.
Who was the Snow Witch?
What did she want?
And, most importantly, who had placed a cold hot water bottle at the bottom of his