A girl and her mother, known only as the mother and the daughter, arrive at their secluded cabin on a frozen lake to find their fishing net has been attacked, a massive hole ripped through the middle. After the net has been mended and the night’s catch eaten, the daughter sits up playing with a bit of leftover netting string. When she was a girl, her grandmother taught her to make string figures, as her mother had taught her—a game played for generations by Inuit, but a game not to be taken lightly . . . as the daughter plays on, late into the night, and the mother sleeps, other, monstrous forces are soon awakened. Black and white illustrations throughout.