The Delicate Storm John Cardinal Series, Book 2.

...there is nothing more still than a dead body, and no mistaking it for anything else. This one was naked, covered with a glaze of ice. Even the long black hair that fell in tendrils across her face was encased in ice. It was as if she were under a spell-the victim of a jealous wizard, a wicked witch. [ The Delicate Storm , page 164] Algonquin Bay is wrapped in a thick blanket of fog; an eerie prophecy of weather on its way, or perhaps somet...