'. . . A sky like chipped ice, a wind to cut you to the body core. Too cold for snow, for most of the journey, but once for eleven days and nights it came, a blizzard over the field of ice we walked on, howling like an animal, with a bite like steel. The crystals of ice flowed like a single torrent over the hard and frozen land. You could not look into it or breath; even trying to stand was near impossible. We made a hole, shallow and cold, and lay in it until the skies cleared.'
- Consider Phlebas, Iain M. BanksBack cover forConsider Phlebas, from the speculative book cover project. Again, not affiliated in any way to Banks or his publisher and purely a speculative university project.