Excerpt
She came out on the coldest night.
Her fingers were icicles.
She had snow for her hair.
She was looking for a girl.
"Woooooooo!" she called.
"Little girl, wake up.
Come with me to where the waters run cold.
Come with me to where the world is covered in snow."
"It's the middle of the night. I'm not going anywhere!" the little girl said.
Excerpted from The Cold Water Witch by Yannick D Murphy. Copyright © 2010 by Yannick Murphy. Excerpted by permission of Tricycle Press, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.