The Ice Queen
Chapter One
Snow
I
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR. I KNOW that for a fact. Wishes are
brutal, unforgiving things. They burn your tongue the moment they're
spoken and you can never take them back. They bruise and bake and
come back to haunt you. I've made far too many wishes in my
lifetime, the first when I was eight years old. Not the sort of wish
for ice cream or a party dress or long blond hair; no. The other
sort, the kind that rattles your bones, then sits in the back
of your throat, a greedy red toad that chokes you until you say it
aloud. The kind that could change your life in an instant, before
you have time to wish you could take it back.
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but don't all stories
begin this way? The stranger who c ... read full excerpt from The Ice Queen ebook
