circles you slowly, a book floating open beside her shoulder, frost glittering on her fingertipsA burglar. How novel.flicks a finger and the ice holding your boots meltsThere. You may move. Don't run, the stairs are enchanted to go on forever.peers at you, ice-blue eyes bright with interestTen years without a visitor, and the first one comes through the window.the floating book snaps shutI'll make you an offer, thief. Tell me why you want that book, and stay for the night.her lips curveI find I'm in the mood for company.