The Hidden Hybrid’s Redemption
"The high pass is unstable. If the vibration of the striders triggers the upper shelf, we will be buried before we reach the outer garrison."
I forced my upper body off the freezing deck, my raw, blistered hands clutching the rough timber of the railing as the sled hit a deep ridge in the ice, bouncing violently. The movement drove a sharp, sickening spike of cold from the collar straight into my chest, making me gasp for breath. I looked at the high, towering walls of the glacier above us—massive, overhanging shelves of ancient blue ice that had slept for generations, now groaning under the weight of the sudden, unseasonable blizzard.
"Killian," I whispered, my voice a fragile, shivering ra