“Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints.”

“It’s like a lizard’s foot,” she said. “With a footprint that size, that deep? That would have to be one bloody large lizard.”

“It didn't look like the kind of snow that whispers down gently in the pit of the night and in the morning turns the landscape into a glittering wonderland of uncommon and ethereal beauty. It looked like the kind of snow that intends to make the world as bloody cold as possible.”

“...you are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow...”

“Sooner or later,reality does occor and when it does, all the lies show up, like blood on snow.”

“One boy's footprints are not long in being lost in the snow, in the steadily falling snow of the shortest day, the longest night; they are lost as soon as they are made. And once again the heath is clothed in drifting white. And there is no ghost, save the one ghost that lives in the heart of a motherless boy, till his footprints disappear.”