Chapter 9
The morning air was cold and almost brutally dry. It was so dry it was nearly electric, like something in the air was building up and was about to explode. The loose strands of my hair not contained by my hat crackled with static as they clung to my cheeks, and the snow underfoot was like gritty bits of ice that shattered under my boots.
I was having flashbacks of my stormy nightmares from the night before. I almost expected to see the waters of Lake Superior rise up to engulf the whole shoreline.
The sky overhead was a clear, cloudless blue, and there wasn't even a hint of a breeze. Which would be more comforting if I knew I wasn't really fearing a more magical sort of storm.
I hurried through the caves, pausing only briefly to assure Nilda, who was sitting by the bonfire, t
