For The Rest Of His Days

The notion that he might have killed little Heila, the sweet, dedicated servant who had once helped the fallen Andrus to catch a giant fish from beneath the ice, unleashed a wave of cracks in the ice that formed Hauke's mental world. All this time, he'd thought she survived, that things might still be all right, that he could be forgiven for what the ancestors had done with his body, but if Heila had died…

No, even if Heila survived, would she ever look at him again with the eyes of wonder she'd possessed when he built an ice house on the lake that day? Would she tremble in excitement while helping to haul a giant sturgeon above the ice?

As the son of Lord Ritchel and the first Frost Walker born with an iridescent horn in several generations, Hauke had few people he could consider friends. He'd hoped that Ashlynn and Heila would be two friends that he could grow alongside for years, especially when he learned that Heila had become the Willow Witch.