An interesting feature of Kiara -The Knight of Icicles- "no leveling or grinding"
Ice memory, she realized, behaved like cloth woven of thin threads of cold. The bell did not melt the ice so much as loosen the knit. Images flared and came free in slow handfuls. Kiara reached and caught a man’s hat, dripping with centuries; she caught a scrap of a lover's letter that smelled like lavender and iron. As she gathered more, the basin began to show a shape: not chaos but intent—someone, or something, had collected pieces and sorted them with a method she could begin to name only as sorrow and hunger mixed. kiara the knight of icicles full