Chapter 15
I had cast myself off into the deep coldness, searching for the emperor or for Phoebe, but I could not find either. I sat still in the cold stone throne and had lost track that I still had my body. My heart and will searched for a way to bring Phoebe back and the power that I had through the stone throne made me strong, but I knew that I could not last much longer. My body had become too frail, wasted and tired, but still I searched on.
I glanced down below and like a bird my spirit flew, unseen, over the men. Tens of thousands of them marched through the snow and I pulled the cold from the north and it listened to me. I used the cold like a weapon. It bit deep into men and I saw wounds fester with gangrene. I no longer needed Baba Yaga for I had become her. My cold would chas
