A classic 1960s novel of J.G. Ballard-ian strangeness, from one of Britain's most haunting and unforgettable voices.
'No sun, no shadows, no life, a dead cold'
No one knows why the ice has come, and no one can stop it. Every day it creeps further across the earth, covering the land in snow and freezing everything in its path. Through this bleached, devastated world, one man pursues the sylph-like, silver-haired girl he loves, as she keeps running - away from her husband; away from the sinister 'warden' who seeks to control her; away from him.
“A raw, brutal tale set in a frozen post-nuclear dystopia . . . addictive and extremely entertaining”
“There is nothing else quite like Ice”
“She is De Quincey's heir and Kafka's sister”