Fiction
Les Chats des neiges ne sont plus blancs en hiver
by Noémie Wiorek
Morz is the northernmost land in the world. Centuries ago, the snow has stopped falling and the ice melted, becoming a shapeless, disgusting mud. There is a shadow to the east of Morz; the shadow of Noir, a maleficent spirit which will do anything to bring the kingdom to his demise. Right behind his steps, is the Second, a prodigious warrior, crueller and fiercer than every minion revolving around them. There is a child on Morz throne: He is expected to be as fervent as his ancestors to maintain the kingdom in the Light. But prince Jaroslav doubts his position and only wants one thing: to live in peace. And in the north, close to the mountains, the witches hatch, vengeful, devoured by their uncertain dream of making snow fall again on their fallen world.
