"I swim desperately upward as the pounding of falling ice...

"I swim desperately upward as the pounding of falling ice shudders over me. A tiny dot of light above. I thrust my face upward, struggling to breathe. My limbs are encased in frost, it clots tight around me. I beat my bloody fists against soft and suffocating walls until my eyes close dark in dream."

— from the novel Sinful Folk