Part 1 There were two kinds of cold in the Colorado high country. Elara Vance had learned the first kind as a girl in Pennsylvania, back when winter meant frost...
Part 1 The cold that killed Tom MacLeod did not come all at once. It came in pieces. It came in the frost that gathered along the inside of the...
Part 1 Elias Mercer came home in the last hard light of October, riding a half-dead bay horse over the ridge with blood dried black beneath his coat and three...
Part 1 The prairie wind had no manners. It came across the open country of western Nebraska as if the whole world belonged to it, dragging dust in summer, knives...
Part 1 The rain in Portland did not fall so much as settle into people. It soaked through coats, slipped beneath collars, filled the seams of old shoes, and stayed...
Part 1 The cold did not kill Anders Halvorsen. That was the first cruelty of it. Ingrid had prepared herself for the dangers she understood. She knew how winter entered...
Part 1 The door slammed so hard the trailer shook on its cinder blocks. For one breathless second, Silas Warren thought the whole thing might split apart—the warped walls, the...
Part 1 The first thing they took from Anelise Ward was not the land. It was the key. Caleb’s brother Silas came for it three weeks after the funeral, riding...
Part 1 The candles had barely gone cold when Maeve Gallagher heard the lock turn behind her. There had been eighteen of them, thin blue-and-white supermarket candles stuck crookedly into...
Part 1 The first man Corporal Elias Thorne stopped at the checkpoint looked like he had been born in a snowstorm. He came out of the fog in a mud-spattered...