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248 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 2017

The winter landscape at Aviemore was a different character to the ones Delia had met in summer and autumn. The thin blanket of snow blended with a white sky, rendering outlines indistinguishable. Ice crunched beneath her boots, spreading cracks and shards. The seconds, leading into minutes, were excruciating. Her fingers had become numb, and her nails, when she pressed against them, didn’t spring back with colour. She no longer welcomed the cold.
Her body stiff, she walked towards the lake, reminiscing about a warmer day when she’d walked into the water wearing a sundress. The hues of the scene had been bright then, yellow ochre and piercing blue. The edge of the lake tickled her boots. If she were to paint a scene on a flattened stone now it would be different. The colours would veer towards pastel, influenced by the winter-white glow that surrounded her. The lake had a unique scent to it. (p.175)