Edison Marshall

“ Just a few steps in the glare of the Northern Lights, just a few listless words to Doomsdorf, and liberty might easily be her reward. All the triumphs she had once known might be hers again; luxury instead of hardship, flattery instead of scorn—freedom instead of slavery. But what if the plan failed? Ned had spoken bluntly, but beyond all shadow of doubt he had told the truth. Death would be the answer to all failure. Destruction for all three.
The door of the cabin closed behind her, and Lenore was alone with the night. ”

“ For the first time Ned's voice revealed suppressed emotion. Liberty! He spoke the word as a devout man speaks of God. “It's the only chance—now or never,” he went on with perfect coldness. “You've got to hold up and do your share—I know you can. If we succeed—and we've got every chance—it's freedom, escape from this island and Doomsdorf. If we fail, it's likely death—but death couldn't be any worse than this. So we've nothing to lose —and everything to gain.”
Was it not true? Have not the greatest of all peoples always known that it is better to die than to live as slaves? ”

“ The wind stirred through the little spruce, whispering, whimpering, trying to reach her ear with messages to which she dared not listen, chilling her to the core, appalling her with its hushed, half-articulate song of woe and death. There was nothing but Death on these snowy hills. It walked them alone. It was Death that looked into her eyes now, so close she could feel its icy hand on hers, its hollow visage leering close to her own. Life might be hateful, its persecutions never done, but Death was darkness, oblivion, a mystery and a terror beyond the reach of thought. ”