A cache of invisible ice diamonds and an overlords ransom in gold rilks - amid the drunken revelry of midwinter solstice, Cold Corner was never riper for a heist. But to pull it off risks the ire the Snow Women and their skalds - cruel axe-men eager for the chance to prove their devotion to their cold mistresses. And with the power to shape cold - and the blinding blizzards, shattered bones, and frozen bodies that must surely follow the sorceress matriarchs of the Snow Clan are not to be trifled. Some would say you'd be a fool to cross the Snow Women north of the Trollstep Mountains. They'd be right, but that's never stopped you before
