The Winter King
By Jay Mendell
Winter was a beautiful realm. Inhabitants of the other Seasons might disagree, but Jack would happily show them the proof—high, snow-capped mountains, green forests as far as the eye could see; lakes that stretched for miles, perfectly clear and preserved, so one could stand in the center of it and look down through the ice, right to the bottom. Just because Winter didn’t have an abundance of flowers or spots of color everywhere didn’t mean it was without worth. Just watching the way sunsets filled the mountainous horizons, reflecting off the water to form dizzying arrays of light and shadow, was enough to prove that.
Jack had visited the other Seasons before, and he would be lying if he said that they weren’t spectacular all on their own. But there was so
