As the snowy gale changes direction it whistles and whips, like a lash made of air. Sometimes, in a voice almost indistinguishable from the blizzard, a fell hiss cuts through the frozen air.
As the snowy gale changes direction it whistles and whips, like a lash made of air. Sometimes, in a voice almost indistinguishable from the blizzard, a fell hiss cuts through the frozen air.