After crossing the Palace Bridge, Esme and Daniel lined up outside the town hall for the mayoral debate. The ice sculptures closest to the hall were rather ominous, compared to the rest of the festival decorations. Six-headed Scylla reared up on Esme’s right; the fanged maw of Charybdis yawned to her left.
‘Politics,’ grumbled someone in the crowd. ‘Always a choice between the lesser of two evils.’
‘Except in this case, there’s three,’ remarked someone else.
Daniel chuckled. He and Esme edged forward, into the shadow of a skeletal stallion with empty eyes and draconic wings: Pegasus, if he’d died, decayed, and been resurrected by Hades.
‘What does the dead horse represent?’ Daniel muttered to Esme.
‘Trevelli’s career!’ shouted someone behind them.
From the outside, the town hall rese
