The Frost Court's Gambit

Meredith Trevelyn has talked down monsters across four dimensions, and the ancient thing wearing the Frost Queen's face is delighted to let her keep talking. Something has taken Queen Glaciana. It speaks in her voice, rules from her throne, and issues demands with five hundred years of borrowed authority. With every hour Meredith spends searching for the wound beneath its calm, another pathway between worlds goes dark, and two hundred thousand lives drift closer to the ice. Every adversary she has ever faced hid a pain she could reach. Her mentor warned her before she left: some beings want you to try to understand them. Because while you are trying, they are acting. In the tradition of Never Let Me Go and Circe, this is a contemplative portal fantasy about empathy, its limits, and the terrible weight of being right too late. A sentient Cornwall cottage waits for her to come home. What she brings back will change everything she believes about herself. Some certainty has no wound to heal. Some ice is just ice. Step through the frozen door and start reading today.