Ebook: 432 pages
Release Date: 18th March 2013
Alyssa opened her eyes to darkness. And in the first flash of light provided by a gathering storm, she could make out a ring of bodies surrounding her.
With no memory of who she is, Alyssa stumbles into a dark world populated by witches. The witches are powerful, and demonstrate frightening powers, but even more terrifying are the monsters who rule over the land. Vampires, werewolves and other awful creatures of the night have taken over, forcing the witches behind stone walls, afraid to venture outdoors. But Alyssa finds that as she kills certain monsters, memories return to her, memories of a life on Earth, and the boy she left behind.
The quest to collect her memories and piece together the puzzle of what has happened to her is a daunting one, with betrayals and sacrifices every step of the way. But Alyssa is determined to fight for a world that is not her own, destroying powerful monsters along the way, so that she can return home to the boy she is coming to love through the memories she recollects.
The room suddenly grew brighter, and Alyssa cursed as more lava creatures slipped into the room from the moat below.
“He has an endless source of troops to send against us,” Parker said.
“And troops that we can’t touch,” Vessa added, looking up as The Fire King lifted his hands from his face.
Steam still poured from his face, but fire was already returning to his collar, and if his bared teeth and sizzling eyes were any indication, he was pissed.
Vessa didn’t have a chance to react before The Fire King backhanded her with one of his rock-hard hands, sending her flying from the table and into a wall, sliding down it silently in a heap.
“Vessa!” Parker rushed to her aid, The Fire King pursuing him.
“Ambrosia!” Lace cried.
Ambrosia leapt from her shoulder and began scratching at The Fire King’s head, drawing his attention from their fallen comrade. But the lava creatures were already upon them, circling Vessa and Parker across the room, and moving in on Alyssa and Lace, pushing them back from the table and against the opposite wall.
Lace gasped as one of her feet slipped through the hole in the wall, but Alyssa pulled her back up and steadied her, turning to face their adversaries with a brave face.
The creatures kept advancing, pushing them up against the wall while The Fire King continued to roar behind them like a demon possessed.
Alyssa struck out at one of the creatures with a long knife, but it passed through harmlessly. “Damn it!”
Lace stepped back again and her foot slipped back into the hole like before. She grabbed desperately for Alyssa as she fell through the opening, pulling her along for the descent into the lava.
Alyssa’s mouth opened in a silent scream of horror as she slipped through the hole, falling rapidly toward the roiling lava. Every second that passed felt hotter and hotter, despite the air that rushed by her in her freefall.
She closed her eyes when the heat became unbearable and she knew she was about to slam into the moat. But the moment never came. In fact, it was suddenly extremely cold.
Her eyes flew open and she was surprised to see nothing but white. Squinting, she made out white specks floating past her vision, and when they began to hit her face, she realized that it was snow.
She frowned, looking up at the white skies and noting where they intersected the white snowy plains around her. She turned slowly to the left and saw white mountains, reaching up toward the sky. Quite the contrast from the deserts of The Fire King’s domain.
Wrapping her arms around herself to ward off the cold, Alyssa looked down to see Lace out cold at her feet, a fresh trail of blood slipping from one of her nostrils. She looked rather pretty in the fresh snow, her purple hair spilled out around her head, flurries catching in her eyelashes, but her alarmingly pale skin was only a few shades warmer than her surroundings, which couldn’t be good.
Alyssa looked around them for shelter, wondering where the hell they could be, and noticed something alarming in the opposite direction. While The Fire King’s castle had been black and Gothic and ugly, the castle she saw in the distance here was white and delicate, with fragile-looking spires that reminded her of icicles.
And she knew without a doubt that she was looking at the castle of The Ice Queen.
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