A Soul As Cold As Frost (The Winter Souls Book 1)

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Aunt Sylvia’s voice boomed over the street from where she stood outside the bakery, her bare legs trembling from the cold beneath her pencil skirt. It was a stifled muffle through her facemask as she cast one last look at me and slapped the medallions together.

You don't just feel like you're reading a classic-to-be, you feel like you're reading what already is a classic. The crystal sphere tumbled from my mitt and my hand lashed out to catch it before it turned into a glassy splash on the sidewalk.A furry white creature grinned up at me, its long ears folding out from behind the crown of cotton atop its head.

I'm the author of The Fair Queen, a YA fantasy novel and the first in a complete trilogy, The Fair Chronicles. Your aunt tells me she had to leave you in the street to make it here on time, she said to me beneath the chatter of the room. I kept to myself, only laughing when Winston flicked a spoonful of butter at Aunt Bertha’s plate despite the diet she kept announcing she was on. What if one day you’re walking in the city and suddenly you can see a whole other world tucked into the cracks of your own?If you’re a fan of heart-warming, engaging fantasy books that you can read with your kids or your gran, then can I recommend checking out this series?

There are elements of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and even Harry Potter, as Helen discovers the magical world lying just beneath the surface of her normal, Canadian city. I propped myself up on my elbows, ready for some sort of appropriate Canadian apology, but the person dropped to a knee, and I stilled, eyeing the gray knit scarf covering the lower half of their face. When Helen receives a mysterious summons from the Crimson Court to enter into The Quarrel of Sword and Bone--a traditional duel performed before one thousand witnesses that leaves only one survivor--she's forced to finally pay attention to a boy who's been following her around with a warning on his tongue.The figure appeared over my sprawled frame in snow-powdered boots with silk laces that gave off the potent scent of sweet spices and pending excuses.