Snow. It was hard to imagine anywhere that snow could exist under that blazing sun. A bead of sweat rolled past her temple and down her cheek as a reminder of the heat. If only she had some snow now to get some relief from this heat. Murielle had to laugh at herself. How many times had she wished for summer’s heat in the midst of a frigid winter? A memory bloomed in her head, taking her back to one particularly cold winter long ago.
The air had been still as evening came on. It was cold, more so than any other winter’s night, and the air felt thick and moist. Dense, dark clouds had moved in before dark, obscuring the sun on its downward slope into the West. She and the house servants slept in a ragged circle around the fire in the center hall since it had become far too cold for the brazi
