EXCERPT :

Dawn’s light had yet to unveil the darkened road. In the icy and bleak winter, the valley was bathed in blue, covered with brown, slushy snow. The horses’ labored breaths streamed from their nostrils, steering through by the coachman’s command. The wagon they pulled bore no shelter for Lucan or his companions, but it was better than walking through the aftermaths of a blizzard.