Chapter 24 The Winter's Edge

• The geothermic warmth of the Frost-Hollow usually felt like a mother’s embrace, but tonight, the air was turning brittle.
• Anna stood in the center of the camp, her skin prickling with a sudden, localized frost. The bioluminescent moss on the ceiling was flickering, turning from its warm cyan to a sharp, aggressive violet.
• "Something’s wrong," Soren whispered, his hand going to the leather satchel of herbs at his hip. "The geothermic vents... they're freezing over."