They said it was her head. I'm not sure what happened.

When the score is 0-12, it's frustrating. I think that frustration took over a few players. I wasn't very happy with a few of them.

We don't have girls development programs so we don't have youth coming in. We find girls in speed skating and here and there. You don't play since they're 3. They play since they're 15.

But why?" Vimbai whispered, overwhelmed with the weight of accumulated disbelief. "What is happening to us?"

"Who knows?" Maya shrugged. "Who cares? Enjoy it while you can, why don't you? There will be tons of boring shit in your life, okay? I promise.

To come back on the ice was hard, and at the same time it was kind of a healing process.

That was the trouble with the supernatural, Vimbai thought--you didn't know what laws ruled it, and what was a coincidence and what was a sign and what was weird and what wasn't. It was like a whodunit, only the clues refused to be arranged into any sort of hierarchy or a straight narrative, and most of the time it wasn't even clear if they indeed were clues; a jigsaw puzzle where all the pieces were blank.