Jeaniene Frost Books Novels & Stories

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

Obviously the library. Frost wandered around the library. Trying to find a useful book to read. "World of Mages and Supernaturals. This one." "Royal Family of Esperanza Kingdom." Frost brought the two books she has found towards the brown couch. She sat down and started reading the first book she found.

Kieran had been staying at a cheap motel a few blocks away, showing up every morning with bags full of strange herbs he’d somehow smuggled from their realm. He’d spend hours teaching Frost meditation techniques to help control his shifts, sharing stories about their life in Winter’s Crest together, and a number of other things I didn’t really keep up with—it was working. Frost was remembering more each day; faces, names, events. Just yesterday he’d woken up crying, having dreamed about Sora’s laughter. The day before that, he’d spent an hour telling me about Lydia’s wedding—about how beautiful she’d looked and how happy Nether had been.

"Raven—" "I'm going to leave now, and you're going to say something about acknowledging pain being healthy, and I'm going to ignore it because I've heard that particular speech approximately seventy-three times." She grabbed her blazer from the back of the chair. "I wrote the manual for this clinic. I know exactly how this conversation ends."

Cassian explained, "Dr. Frost has moved to Rivershire for work purposes, so she doesn't have any friends here." Jasmine asked, "So, Dr. Frost isn't a Rivershire local?" "She's from Jasperion," Cassian replied. "Jasperion, huh?" Jasmine had a dazed look on her face. She seemed to have recalled something, for she didn't speak at all after that. She just went into a trance of her own. "What's wrong, Mom?" Cassian asked in confusion. "Nothing!" Jasmine quickly snapped out of her trance. "Cass, here's the thing—men should be more assertive."

"This is not simple frost. This is witchcraft." "How would you know?" Lukas muttered from the floor, still rubbing his throat after what had happened earlier. "Because I read, Lukas, not just growl," I shot back without looking at him. "There was a record in my mother’s library about the northern clans, Rowan. The curse called Frozen Breath. If you use fire against it, you only speed it up. The flesh will crack from the heat." I knelt beside the sentry. My hands trembled, but I took a deep breath.