eve, seventeen, uk“The pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch
and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald,
every drip of water turned to diamond. Flowers and mushrooms alike
wore coats of glass. Even the mud puddles had a bright brown sheen.
Through the shimmering greenery, the black tents of his brothers were
encased in a fine glaze of ice. So there is magic beyond the Wall
after all.”