A Soul As Cold As Frost (The Winter Souls Book 1)

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This book was a magical twist between Narnia, Alice in Wonderland, and Spirited Away, yet read as effortlessly original.

Even though the flash-freeze had turned the slush into rippled ice sculptures and filled the air with wintry prickles, my cheeks were hot. After Winston and I had exhausted ourselves building forts, my mother had brewed hot chocolate on the stove, and we’d spent the day listening to my dad sing off-key Christmas carols while decorating the tree with popcorn we’d strung ourselves. My aunt had claimed she had a list the size of the CN Tower of all the things she needed to pick up before everyone arrived, so, being the oldest one in our group to show up early apart from my grandmother, I got stuck accompanying her downtown. The bakery buzzed with groups travelling in and out; long dress coats brushing by puffy winter wear. Pointy ears and long noses protruded from their heads, hidden only when they sipped from their steaming mugs.I thought I was dreaming, but I couldn’t peel my stare away, even though all I could think about was running for my life.

The flock was their own blizzard of glittering feathers, their silken wings carrying them just above the human masses as they tweeted a melody in perfect unison like a well-practiced choir. Steam spilled from cracks in the doorway and smoke hissed from a round chimney up top, releasing the intoxicating scents of warm chocolate and hazelnuts.The crystal sphere tumbled from my mitt and my hand lashed out to catch it before it turned into a glassy splash on the sidewalk. This book was a magical twist between Narnia, Alice in Wonderland, and Spirited Away, yet somehow read as effortlessly original. The descriptions are vivid and make you feel like you're freezing, trudging through snow, or drinking the best hot chocolate of your life. I ate in silence, my toe kicking the leg of the table that was inconveniently located right where my feet would have naturally rested.

She thinks tea is gross and coffee is great and secretly wishes Peter Pan will show up on some cool summer evening and ask if she wants to visit Neverland.The figure appeared over my sprawled frame in snow-powdered boots with silk laces that gave off the potent scent of sweet spices and pending excuses. When I craned my neck to look, I saw only the hustling city crowds and a Honda Civic puttering beneath the streetlamp spotlights. This fantastic winter tale is the perfect blend of classic portal fantasy and the magic world co-existing with our own. My gasp was lost in the cold wind drifting down the walkways overcrowded with holiday lights and Ontarians in multicoloured mittens.