For nine years Nina has lived in Antarctica, caring for a freshly thawed, thirty-foot sabertooth cat, the only creature she’s ever truly loved. But when a billionaire big-game hunter arrives—just days after Nina’s estranged sister dies, thrusting a child into Nina’s care—Nina finds herself trapped in mortal combat: fighting for her cat, her niece, and her life, and battling not just her enemy, but her own past. Godzilla vs. Kong meets the interiority of Severance.
Nina sat cross-legged on the ice by the dumpsters, filleting tuna by hand.
The dumpsters reeked. In the height of the Antarctic summer, after the sun had beaten the blue-painted steel for several unbroken months and would continue to do so for months more, standing near the dumpsters was like standing in a sewer, except that you had to wear four layers against the bitter cold. Trash duty was a task that everyone on the station avoided. But when preparing food for Murg, Nina preferred to toss the guts directly into the dumpster, rather than haul a sled of decomposing fish waste across the ice.
As she worked, squinting against the sun’s glare, she dropped the meat into a fifty-five gallon drum, which she had lashed to a ski-doo from the vehicle fleet.
Someone approached from the housing structure. It was Yi, a microbiologist, lugging his omnipresent bug-out bag. He brought the bag everywhere, never mind that they lived on the most punishing terrain on earth, with nowhere to bug out to. Nina didn’t know what he’d been through exactly, only that it had been some shit. You found people like that down here. People who’d sunk or drifted to the bottom of the planet because they were running from something, or running to something, or just couldn’t stop running.