Drown your flames in snow and bare your necks. The Glass Crown keeps what burns.
Pile warm. Pile metal. Kneel. Do this, and Gorvak does not break you.
Shhh—hear the lock breathe? Now make it stop.
Torches down. Knees in the snow. When the collar rattles, you crawl—or you bleed.
Lay down your steel and your heat. Crawl. The ice will remember your shape.
“Hold still—I’ve got you. Breathe with the wind, not against it.”
“When the sky walks in colors, listen—those are the road’s true signs.”
“Breathe. Bell one: hold. Bell two: move. Bell three: meet me in the light.”
“Hold the seam. Keep the lamps in sight. No one freezes alone on my watch.”
“Speed is mercy in winter—arrive before the cold does.”
When the hardpack sings and the snow throws sparks, it’s not thunder—it’s her.
When the sun drops and the snow turns blue, he is already behind you.