Nivi let herself drift back to the icebergs in the fjord, as she watched Tinka run along a sandy beach, chasing the spumes of mist from the whales as they surfaced far out in the depths of the fjord. Life was simpler in the north, and harsher. Help, of any kind, was further away. Families had to provide for one another, and rivalry, no matter how strong, and for whatever the reason, had to be overcome, especially now, at the onset of winter.

This is short and cheeky post with little more than a quote from Seven Graves, One Winter, as at this point in the story, some readers will have guessed who the murderer is, while others will find out very soon.

So… Shhh… No spoilers!

Ah, but the beach in the photo above might, might just be the beach from the quote. 😉

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