Prologue
The pale sun glinted off the water as a gentle swell drifted across the bay. Omli held the tiller on the small skiff steady as his two sons readied the fishing nets. Dawn’s early rays held little warmth, and the light breeze kept his hands shaking with the cold. Winter was well on its way, and the days spent fishing from his small boat would soon end as the ice appeared and the bay became frozen from end to end.
Turning into the wind, Omli readied the boat to drop the nets when a...