When Tamalat heard the crunching in the snow behind her, she knew who had followed her to the funerary tower. So close, she thought, but there was no help for it. “I thought an ex-engineer would be better at following directions,” she said, turning around. She knew better than to leave her back exposed.
A story about two mercenaries, the applications of knitting, and a particular igloo. Also available as a podcast narrated by Tina Connolly from Beneath Ceaseless Skies.
Dedicated to Helen Keeble. Thanks to Sam Kabo Ashwell for his invaluable remarks on the mechanics of igloo-building.
