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Elena said, looking up to see the winter fairy spirit in front of her. “Is that what you think? Do you know what you're about to do? That book you possess is called the book of shadows which contains spells and magic that could lead to ultimate chaos and destruction! You must be very careful Elena when you use such spells.” The winter fairy said gazing at her. “How come I am able to read and understand these words. I know I haven't seen this kind of writing.” Elena said, handing the book to the winter fairy spirit.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

I glanced at his books before answering him, "Uhmm...Books?" He kept a straight face, still interrogating me. "What else?" "Books?" I said again. He sighed, running his fingers on his hair and clenched his jaw, "That's so obvious Snow, of course, books, but what else? Did you see something...weird?" He asked again, daring me to lie to him. I fidgeted, should I tell him?

I read the book that afternoon. Or started it, got forty pages in, sitting in the living room while Lily napped and Ethan worked at the kitchen island and the Sunday light went gold and low through the windows. It was exactly what he'd said. It cost something. It was the kind of book that reached into you and rearranged things without asking permission, the kind that made the world feel both heavier and more worth carrying when you put it down. I understood why he'd kept it, I understood why he'd given it away.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. I’ll Be Home for Christmas (A Thorntons Christmas Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for

“You should change, Snow. And eat. Elspeth left a tray. She’s still scowling, so the world hasn’t completely ended.” Winter nodded but didn’t move until after he had gone.. Slowly, she peeled the heavy tunic off, the fabric clinging to her. She folded it carefully, reverently, and placed it at the foot of the bed, a dark totem in the grey room. As she dressed in one of the new woolen gowns, the loss of his scent felt like a sudden, chilling draft, leaving her exposed and vulnerable once more. The days that followed fell into a strange, silent rhythm. Winter sewed. She read the book of legends Jax had given her, deciphering the stories mostly through the intricate, faded illustrations. She wa

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I turned my body slightly, putting one of my legs up on the bench, so that I could look at him better without having to break my neck. “No,” he answered, looking down at the book in his hands. “I’m from the Kingdom of Vinter.” “What’s it like there?” A smile bloomed on his lips as he dreamed himself back to his place of origin. “It’s incredibly beautiful,” he started, while his gaze was locked on the leatherbound book in his hands. “It’s cold, but not freezing,” he explained. “There’s snow all year long, but everything just looks so beautiful like that, frozen in time.” Everything about him screamed love and longing. “The King of Winter is old,” he raised his eyebrows slightly. “He’s the kin

"Yeah. The temperature dropped below zero a handful of times, but usually I was home in Phoenix for winter break during the worst of it. Burlington was a winter wonderland. What you're describing sounds like frozen hell." "Don't worry. If we get desperate, we can always burn your books." "Hey! You've got way more books than I do. Why do mine have to make the ultimate sacrifice?" "Or you could try making biscuits again." I wave my trowel at him. "Now you're just being insulting. I thought we both agreed never to speak of the forbidden breakfast food again." "Though if last time was any indication, the smoke is probably toxic." "If you don't shut up soon, I'm gonna force-feed them to you."

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.