Dan Simmons. Terror (№ 222727)

Let people know. Crozier knew that they know. They knew that out there on the ice Devil, and not some Arctic bear unusually large size. Captain Francis crozier did not consider such an opinion erroneous - in spite of all your contemptuous remarks made tonight for a glass of brandy in the company of captain Fitzjames, but he knew another thing people did not know, namely that the Devil trying to destroy them here, in the Kingdom of the Devil, it's not only the white furry monster that kills and devours humans one after the other, but everything, absolutely everything here: the relentless cold, clenching the ships ice, electrical storms, strange absence of seals, whales, birds and walruses and land animals, the inexorable advance of the pack, icebergs moving across the white frozen sea, but does not leave a single narrow strip of open water behind him, a sudden powerful shudder of the ice fields, accompanied by the appearance toronyi ridges, the dancing stars, carelessly sealed cans with food now turned to poison, and not the summer, and is not open passageways - everything. The monster in the ice was simply another incarnation of the Devil, who wanted them dead. And wanted them to suffer.