Publisher's blurb: Frozen sheets of ice coat this steel mining rig, perched in the middle of a glacial chasm. Darkness waits below, while the constant drip of water can be heard echoing throughout the mine. The ice melts during the day, forming rivulets down the walls, only to freeze solid again come nightfall. Fingers here soon grow rigid and numb with cold. Beards and eyebrows become leaden with heavy frost, while noses begin to sting from the harsh kiss of the elements. Visitors can hear the chipping of apprentices removing ice from the rig. It coats the many barrels and storage crates that the miners rely on, as well as their scantily patched dwellings.