"I swim desperately upward as falling ice shudders over me. I...

"I swim desperately upward as falling ice shudders over me. I struggle to breathe, thrusting my face toward a tiny dot of light. My limbs are encased in frost, and 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