If she has to cut her own fouled toes from her feet, she will. She will crawl to the bottom if she must. But even so, as the frost steals through her clothes and claims her by inches, she wonders if it wouldn't be wiser not to follow him any longer. She wonders if it would hurt less to lie here and let the cold take her.

Dawsyn does not know what it is to live below. She was born on the Ledge - a natural prison enclosed by a vast chasm and sheer mountain face. When an opportunity to escape the Ledge presents itself for the first time in half a century, Dawsyn must take it. All she has to do is trust the very creature who kept her captive in the first place.