Aliza Sherman

Born Again on a Frozen Lake (Dec 2 & 3)

The elf children of Wexmede orphanage are still sleeping, thought Drew, looking back at the mansion entombed in mist. Its drawn muslin curtains giving the impression that the mist had somehow worked its way through the sashes and air vents and was looking out at itself from each window inside the children’s home.

Douglas Drew was now walking on a bed of frost. The cold, damp misty air and rime…