Ice Planet Barbarians Audiobook Novels & Stories

"Which means the ice opens up wide. Patience, not speed, finds the wide ice." "That's what I told him," Jax said, nodding at me. "Then both of you keep saying it until he listens," Miller said. "I'm listening," I said. "You're listening with your ears," Jax said. "I need you listening with your stick." Reyes, lacing his skate nearby, laughed. "That's a very Jax thing to say. Listening with your stick." "It made sense when I said it," Jax said. "It didn't make sense. It just sounded like something a captain says."

There's a thing that happens when you step onto freshly resurfaced ice for the first time of the season. It's not the cold, though the cold hits you like a wall the second you push through that rubber curtain, sharp enough to make your eyes water and your lungs do a little surprised hiccup. It's not the smell, either, that specific mix of freezer burn and old rubber and something metallic that probably has a technical name I've never bothered to learn. It's the sound, more like the absence of it.

Alaric & Lyra: The Strategist Turned Storyteller Alaric, ever the meticulous planner, the strategist who could foresee countless contingencies, had become delightfully, utterly obsessed with making her laugh. His meticulous nature had simply shifted its focus. He read her books far beyond her comprehension—ancient histories filled with epic battles and forgotten empires, intricate legends of gods and monsters, even dry, complex war strategies that made my head spin. But he’d do the voices. And gods help any unsuspecting guard or pack member who passed by the open door of his study and heard Alpha Alaric Blackthorn, the stoic leader of the Triplet Pack, speaking in a squeaky, high-pitched dra

Now let’s get down to business to defeat the Huns. Girl stop. I drove the blade of my sword into the ground and the earth split, light shining through the ground. Ice spread through the earth, across the field, and encasing the enemy in a cocoon of ice. Like human/zombie popsicles. Push them over Morrigan. I did what Winter suggested and pushed one of the zombies over and the ice shatter into a million pieces along with the zombie. It was dead, again, and I saw its soul escape from its icy prison.

Ericson uttered ecstatically to Denise as he reached for a bottle of champagne that was situated not far away from him ,inside the ice bucket"You are going to get blown the fuck away!" "OH MY GOD!"Denise squiled loudly , bouncing excitedly on the seat as she looked at Eric with wide eyes"Are we really going to LáBlanca? Like Dom LáBlanca?" "The one and the only"Ericson confirmed just as thrilled "OH FUCKK!"Denise screamed one more time, earning chuckles from the rest of us ,before turning her face towards Bani who was sitting between her and Nikhil"Did you hear that Bani? We are fucking going to LáBlanca! Oh god ,I've been wanting to go there like....since forever"

His ripped body glistening with oil. "Where were you all day? You missed the contest." "Did you win?" Rudra asked. "Of course! I am Anbir. I was the first one to find and retrieve the pearl from a talking swan." Anbir chuckled. Rudra was pleased. It meant he could stay longer. He leaned back into his chair. His hands clasped behind his head while he stared at the ornate ceiling. "Excellent! Did you say a talking swan? So Shambala does have mystical creatures."

Was the boy trying to scare me? I pulled onto the emergency lane, then took a deep breath and rubbed my belly. "Son, did your memories get scrambled during your reincarnation? We live in the twenty-first century now. We have heated floors at home, and we didn't need hunting rifles for food a long time ago." 'Who said his memory's scrambled? Just do what he said! In our last life, when the extreme cold hit, the whole world was thrown into another ice age. The people who froze to death turned into zombies! My brother and I died when the zombies bit into our necks!'

I stand back up. "Havin' fun wit' your whore, little Cousin?" he asks. I scowl at him, but he doesn't see since Cesar quickly shoves me behind him. "Who are you to interrupt us?" Cesar hisses. "Couldn't you see 'dat we were in 'de middle of something?" "The fuckin' King of the barbarians," Red Fox smugly replies Cesar scoffs. "And who am I, Younger Cousin?" Cesar roar " No my cousin I am the goddamn King of the 'de barbarians. The King "

“Picts . . . so many . . . ” “Yes, but they’ve all gone back north now.” “North?” Flavius gagged. “Good . . . good . . . ” “Sir, monsters?” Eyes shut for a while, Flavius breathed deep. “Monstrous, I mean . . . just terrible . . . what the barbarians can do . . . ” “Yes,” the centurion agreed. “They are pure savages on ice, sir. We’ll get you cleaned up fine and healed up well again.”

The main road is probably a sea of piranhas waiting for anyone to step foot. I look over my shoulder, confirming the enemies had caught up with us. At this rate, there is no way we can outrun them, not through twelve inches of snow and me reaching my physical breaking point caused by the lack of sleep, the overtraining, and the arduous run. I refuse to give up despite the strain on my lungs and the burning burn calves. Five giant werewolves speed past me from nowhere. The largest stands guard two steps away from Evelina and me while the other four stop the closest darklings from advancing. The wolf before me shifts into a human, addressing me in his nudity. Good thing the wasn't enough light