Books Set In Iceland And Greenland Novels & Stories

Claire joined her with two mugs of hot cider. “I’m thinking of doing something wild,” Claire said, smiling into the steam. Emma raised an eyebrow. “Wilder than moving here and co-running a retreat center?” Claire laughed. “I want to apply to that art residency in Iceland. Remember the one we talked about last year?” Emma’s smile widened. “Yes. Do it. You’re ready.” Claire nodded. “I think I am.” They clinked mugs. Two days later, a package arrived in the mail. Emma opened it to find the first proof copy of her book: A Love That Lingers.

From time to time, Kail kissed her cheeks and caressed her hair sweetly. Silje couldn’t believe this was happening. This moment they had together… Silje glanced at him secretly often to make sure he was real. It felt like she was dreaming. “‘Smila’s Sense of Snow’ was great too. I will definitely check out the book you mentioned. Karin Fossum’s ‘Don’t Look Back’, right?” “Yeah. You’ll like it. It won the Glass Key Award and it starts out like this: ‘Up on the road everything was quiet, and a breeze that had been playing amongst the buildings during the night that had finally died down.’”

"Take those eye contact lenses off." "Huh?" "Those blue eye contacts you're wearing. Take them off." I sighed. "Chloe..." "Take them off." I sighed again, a sign of giving in. I stopped my tracks, which made her stopped hers too and placed my books on a random table nearby. I carefully took my contact lenses out and placed them where they belong. "See?" Chloe said as I picked my books up again. "You look so much better with green eyes." "Thanks," I grinned. "It's so weird to go on without them. It just feels..."

alpha isaac asked. “we can use iceland as like a transfer or holding station if you will. boats will bring them into iceland, and isaac you hide them until we can move them out. greenland is just on the other side of you, and we can also start bringing some of them back to the states.” charlie answered. it was a pretty good idea.

Avalyn POV The following days after the dinner, Soren was in the house more often than before. However, he still seemed to be working in the study or on phone calls most of the time. Meanwhile, I had been busy reading the books Lola dropped off. Or, in other words… I had been busy keeping myself busy. “The Isles of Denali consist of over a hundred small islands, many of which have their own unique culture…”

The lights outside had softened into a dusky lavender, and guests formed a quiet line to take turns placing gifts and handwritten letters into the cradle. There were knitted blankets in soft pastels. Tiny booties embroidered with elephants. A framed sonogram turned into digital art by one of Danelle’s friends. A custom bilingual storybook—written in both Hindi and English—called "The Lioness and Her Cub," gifted by Anushka’s from the colony. One aunt offered a silver rattle said to be blessed by a temple priest in Chennai. There were little onesies, too—one read “Born to Rule the Boardroom” and another “Mommy’s Favorite Project.”

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

Steel beams and old rotted wood held the keratin of dead men stripped of their cuticles together, and it stank of rotten meat. Dominic stood by her side, arranging the rigging of lindworm sinew. In the distance, the Seething Sea churned and boiled, waves of knives and Titan bones stewing to rot in gray-silver waters, as snow fell like dandruff from Ymir. Great icebergs moved as Yuri’s eyes glowed from amber to gold, and she held a piece of driftwood, parting the waters and ice stones as Aegir and Ran granted us safe passage. Rosiel shivered in Yolanda’s arms, my Valkyrie holding her close to ward off the cold. Ice bezels formed in Yola’s dark hair, curls of rose oil whipping in the wind.

I hoped we would survive this mission just for Aisling. We booked our flights to Greenland, the country where Azalaic's pack village was located. It was a remote and isolated place, far from the eyes of the world. It was also a place of ancient secrets and dark magic, where the wolf shifters ruled with an iron fist. My mother gave me the address of Azalaic's mansion, where he kept Aisling captive. She had gotten it from an old friend, who had connections with the resistance in Greenland. She also gave me a warning, and a history lesson.

"They have the Great Archive. They know things about our biology that even Silas Vane didn't. They’re going to try to turn us against each other, Elara. They'll use the Fire to melt the Ice." "Let them try," Elara said. "They don't know what it’s like to be a pack that chose each other. They only know the blood they were born with." The Approach to Bergen On the fourth day, the jagged, snow-capped fjords of Norway appeared on the horizon. The sky was a bruised charcoal gray, and the water was filled with "Ghost-Ice"—large, translucent bergs that seemed to move against the current. "Rhys, report," Elara said, stepping onto the bridge.