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

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What if the only person who agreed to protect you from him had a dark past of letting those he’s meant to protect die? You don't just feel like you're reading a classic-to-be, you feel like you're reading what already is a classic.

I would rather stay in for the month of December and have my grandmother read us boring old Christmas tales to spare us the holiday drama. Same as I did every year during the holidays when I woke up to the cold bite of winter and relived the ache of bad memories that came with it.

The French and Biology notes I’d penned out—twice as many times as everyone else in my classes—had turned my bag into a paper-stuffed boulder. I scrambled after her, positive she was crazy and muttering on about a conspiracy she’d fabricated in her mind.

This fantastic winter tale is the perfect blend of classic portal fantasy and the magical world co-existing with our own. The descriptions are vivid and make you feel like you're freezing, trudging through snow, or drinking the best hot chocolate of your life. The wisest city-dwellers had all gone inside already, leaving all the dummies of Waterloo kicking through the snow and fighting for a path on the sidewalk like me.

When the arrival of wicked villains propels Helen into the heart of Winter where there’s no going back, she finds herself being pursued by something else too—a whispered prayer battling on her behalf, and an ancient Truth that breathes living words of wisdom—the very wisdom forgotten by the Rime Folk when their disunity drove them to draw lines in the snow in an age of the past. Her arms were warm in comparison to my cold skin, and I shot her a crooked half-smile when she pulled away. Kropf has combined all the best elements of your favourite middle grade books, like The Chronicles of Narnia, and some of the best Christmas stories, such as The Nutcracker and A Christmas Carol, to create a completely unique but familiar and comforting holiday read. My own boots dragged through the slush, making more noise as I picked up speed to bend to my aunt’s wishes like the pushover I was.