"Magic?" said the angel. "Absolutely not. Do I look magic to you?"
When you make an angel in the snow, it is yours forever.
One night, Sylvie wakes to find her room filled with silver light, her furniture covered with frost, and an unusual visitor standing beside her bed.
Is it possible that something extraordinary, something magical has happened? Could this be the same angel she made last winter in the snow?
The snow angel has returned to her, with enormous feathery wings and icy blue robes. What Sylvie doesn't know is that she's in grave danger and that the angel is here on a mission: to save her life.
