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

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She smiled again like it was a secret, but I knew she didn’t have any secrets from me. In some ways, I was the daughter to her that my mother had been, replacing an old memory with a new body. I jogged for it, chiming a small bell as I entered, and was immediately encompassed by the scent of pie crust, freshly ground coffee beans, and the sour impatience of old ladies shivering in skirts just like my aunt’s. My favourite thing about the book is Kropf’s way with words. She really knows how to turn a phrase and the descriptions of the settings, people and everything in between had my imagination running wild as the story played out around me like a movie. Kropf’s style is whimsical and captivating, it was like reading an old classic, but much more fun! Keeping romance, history, humor, mystery, love, intrigue, and passion interesting, fun, and clean for all Christians Follow us on: 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. Speaking of Helen, she’s a totally relatable character, struggling to come to terms with the strange things that seem to keep happening around her, and slowly opening her eyes to the truth. She takes us on a real journey throughout the book, it’s a beautiful coming of age tale with elements of good versus evil, friendship and plenty of exciting action thrown in.

Helen must find a way out, or she’ll be dragged into the arena to face the crooked Queen head on before a crowd ready to watch her die. My name is Lyndsey, I live on the edge of Sherwood Forest in Nottinghamshire, UK. I'm the author of The Fair Queen, a YA fantasy novel and the first in a complete trilogy, The Fair Chronicles. It's the Chronicles of Narnia meets Harry Potter. This fantastic winter tale is the perfect blend of classic portal fantasy and the magic world co-existing with our own. It's a beautiful reminder of what is truly important in life."Never in my sixteen years of life had I believed in things unseen until that day. I had never created an imaginary friend as a child or believed in ghosts or the work of angels. But on that cold December afternoon, everything I knew went up in a gray cloud of smoke. There is a subtle Christian undertone to some of the story, in a very similar vein to Aslan in The Chronicles of Narnia, so if you’re a fan of Christian fiction you’ll love the added layer, but if you’re not looking for it then you won’t notice it’s there. A dozen people herded through the lines, snatching up lemon pastries, coffee cakes, and boxed pumpkin pies from the shelves. These people were all regular—no beak-noses or teardrop ears.

Glory to Elowin! It was a stifled muffle through her facemask as she cast one last look at me and slapped the medallions together.Antique streetlamps illuminated downtown, prismed in every direction like hovering confetti. Carols blared from the speakers of a newspaper stand whose buzz-like radio sound muddied the familiar melody of Jingle Bells and swallowed most of the other noise in the street. Buildings hosted glassy bouquets of scarlet, green, and gold ornaments, but it was difficult to enjoy the splendour of the season in this bitter flash-freeze. Merry Christmas, my dear! My grandmother, Wendy Wilthsmurther, appeared from the living room in a flour-covered apron and reached down to give me a hug even though it had barely been two hours since I’d seen her. Her arms were warm in comparison to my cold skin, and I shot her a crooked half-smile when she pulled away. There’s a reason we lean on the sciences. Theories give us ways to cope with things we can’t otherwise explain. Brilliant minds scribe papers and books, journals and lists, all in the name of trying to find the most supported reasons why things happen the way they do. The spark had become a torch behind her eyes, her irises glittering like the diamonds in the jeweler’s window.