Published by: St. Martin's Press
Released: January 6, 2015
Format: Paperback, 321 pages
Source: Publisher
Genre: Young Adult, Paranormal
*Synopsis*
Bryn Aven is an outcast among the Kanin, the most powerful of the troll tribes.
Set apart by her heritage and her past, Bryn is a tracker who's determined to become a respected part of her world. She has just one goal: become a member of the elite King’s Guard to protect the royal family. She's not going to let anything stand in her way, not even a forbidden romance with her boss Ridley Dresden.
But all her plans for the future are put on hold when Konstantin– a fallen hero she once loved – begins kidnapping changelings. Bryn is sent in to help stop him, but will she lose her heart in the process?
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PROLOGUE
four years ago
As dawn began to approach, the celebration finally wound to a close. Even though I had been working for over twelve hours, I felt wide awake and even a little buzzed, like I’d gotten a contact high from the energy around me, not to mention the thrill of completing my first real assignment as a tracker.
Since my graduation was still several months away, I hadn’t been given any major detail or heady responsibility. My duties for the night involved standing at attention during the formali- ties, and surveying the rooms for signs of trouble the rest of the night, which mostly meant directing the increasingly inebriated party guests to the bathroom.
But still, I had been here, working alongside other trackers and even the more elite Högdragen—the guards charged with protecting the Kanin kingdom. That’s why at the end of the night, despite the growing ache in my bare feet, I was a little sad- dened to be relieved of my duties.
King Evert and Queen Mina had opened the doors to all the Kanin in our capital of Doldastam, and there were over ten thousand of us living here. With that many people streaming in through the doors for an impromptu party, the royal couple needed all the hands they could get, including trackers-in- training.
We’d just gotten word a few days before that another tribe, the Trylle, had defeated our shared enemy, the Vittra. For the past few months, our King and Queen had been quietly preparing the Kanin. If the Vittra had taken out the Trylle, we would have been the next logical target, since we were wealthier and more powerful than the Trylle. We were too strong and plentiful for the Vittra to go after first, but once they conquered the Trylle and turned their army to Vittra, they would be strong enough to go after us.
But when the Trylle did away with the Vittra King and his entire army, they did away with our impending war as well. So naturally our good King Evert found reason to celebrate, which was how I’d ended up working a party until the early hours of the morning.
By now the King and Queen had retired to their chambers for the evening, and nearly all of the guests had gone home. A handful of trackers and Högdragen stayed on to oversee the party until everyone had departed, while the cleaning crew had begun the unenviable task of taking care of the mess.
Since so few people were left, I was relieved of my duty and sent home for the night. I felt a bit like Cinderella then, her lovely coach turning back into a pumpkin, as I walked slowly
into the front hall. Though I had been wearing the trackers’ formal uniform—a tailored, frosty white suit, all crisp and new since this was the first time I’d worn it—instead of a gown given to me by a fairy godmother, at the end of the night my uniform would be put away, and I wouldn’t perform any more duties until after I graduated.
Once I did graduate, I’d be given a silver sash to hold my sword, but until then they didn’t quite trust me with a weapon, not that I’d really needed one for a celebration like this anyway.
As I made my way toward the front door, unbuttoning my jacket and letting it fall loose, I let out a heavy sigh. Many of the kerosene lamps had gone out, leaving the large entrance glowing dimly. The white banners that decorated the high stone walls of the palace had begun to sag, and silver confetti carpeted the cool floor.
The creak of a heavy door closing gave me pause, because it sounded like the door to my father’s office. I glanced down the narrow corridor off the main hall, and sure enough, I saw my dad emerging from his office. His black hair—which he normally kept smoothed back—had become slightly disheveled, and his tie was loosened, with the top buttons of his shirt undone.
“What are you doing?” I asked in surprise. “I thought you went home hours ago.”
“I had some paperwork I needed to finish up.” He gestured to the office behind him as he walked slowly toward me, sup- pressing a yawn as he did.
My dad worked as a Chancellor for the kingdom. I knew that Dad took his job very seriously, and he often worked late nights, but I’d never known him to work quite this late before. “Paperwork?” I raised an eyebrow. “While a party was going on?”
“We needed to send a letter to the Trylle.” Dad gave a half shrug, which did little to convince me that that was really why he was still working. “They’re poised to oversee two kingdoms now, and it’s in our best interest to align with them.”
“And you needed to do that right now?” I pressed.
“It could’ve waited until the morning,” Dad admitted, and his mouth turned to a sheepish smile as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I wanted to see how your night went. It is your first big night on the job.”
“It went well,” I said, then paused when a wave of doubt hit me. I tried to replay the night in my head, searching for any mistakes I might’ve made. “I think.”
“I’m sure you did wonderful,” Dad assured me, and his grin broadened, stretching into one of pride and affection. “Every time I looked over, I saw you standing at attention. You looked so grown up and so . . . official.”
“Thank you.”
“My little girl is all grown up,” he said wistfully and reached to tousle my blond waves.
“Dad.” I ducked away from his hand, but I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Can you at least wait until we’re out of the palace to get all mushy?”
He opened his mouth, probably to point out that we were alone, but then we both heard the sound of footsteps coming down the corridor. Instinctively, I stood up straighter and put my shoulders back. I was about to start buttoning my jacket back up, but then I saw Konstantin Black walking right toward my dad and me, and for a second I forgot to breathe.
We allowed movies and music from the human world, but the true rock stars of our society were the Högdragen. They had been ordinary Kanin who worked their way up to powerful po- sitions of respect and authority, and none had done it quite so quickly or with as much flare as Konstantin Black. Still in his twenties, he was already the Queen’s personal guard—the youngest in recorded history to have such a position.
His black velvet uniform, embellished with silver thread and jewels, was the most luxurious of all the Högdragen uniforms, and even though it was standard for Kanin in his position, his somehow seemed even more divine. His silver sash caught the dim light from the lanterns and managed to glint a little. Even the diamond-encrusted bell handle of his sword sparkled.
He strode confidently over to us, and I tried to remain as blank and composed as I could, as I had been taught. But it was impossible to keep my stomach from doing flips inside me. For years I had been admiring him from afar—for his abilities, his strength, his composure, and, if I’m being honest, in more recent years for how handsome he was—and this was already the most personal encounter I’d had with him.
We’d been in the same room before, but always separated by a sea of people, since his duties kept him close to the Queen, and mine kept me far from her or the King. He’d brushed past me in halls. I’d seen him from the crowd as he’d demonstrated his skill in fencing games during the summer. But I’d never seen him really look at me before, or notice my attentive gaze among all the other adoring faces.
Now here he was, smiling as he stopped in front of us, and it had the same overwhelming effect as looking down from a great height.
I’d gotten so used to gazing at him from a distance, it was hard not to stare. The way his lips curved up slightly more on the left side as he smiled, or the shadow of stubble that had grown darker on the smooth line of his chin as the night progressed, or the way his black hair was slick and straight until it began to curl at the nape of his neck, where it stopped just above his collar.
“Chancellor, I wasn’t expecting to see you here at this hour,” Konstantin said to my dad.
“I was seeing my daughter home.” Dad motioned in my direction, and Konstantin looked down at me. He wasn’t much taller than I was, but he seemed to tower over me, with his gray eyes like smoke resting warmly on my face.
“It was your first night working something like this, wasn’t it?” Konstantin asked.
I nodded. “Yes,” I said, relieved that my voice stayed even and normal.
“You did very well.” He smiled at me, causing my heart to flutter. “I’ll put in a good word to your Rektor.”
“Thank you very much, but that’s not necessary,” I told him firmly.
Konstantin laughed, the sound filling up the front hall and echoing through it. “Modesty is a noble thing, but it won’t get you a coveted spot on the Högdragen. Take help whenever it’s offered if you want to make it in this world.”
I’d always insisted that I only looked up to him as a guard, as someone I wanted to emulate. But now, with the mere sound of his laughter sending pleasurable shivers through me, I couldn’t deny that I’d been harboring a crush on him for so long it had begun to turn into something that felt dangerously like love.
“That’s very sound advice, Konstantin,” my dad said, pulling me from my thoughts, and pulling Konstantin’s gaze from me.
“You sound surprised that I have good ideas, Chancellor,” Konstantin said with a wry smirk.
Dad returned the smirk in kind and adjusted his loosened tie. “I think it’s just the night wearing on me.”
“Sorry, I should be letting you get on your way,” Konstantin said apologetically, and my heart sank when I realized this brief exchange would soon end, leaving me feeling even more like Cinderella than ever before.
“Thank you.” My dad nodded and stepped back toward the door, then Konstantin held out his hand.
“Actually, Chancellor, if I could keep you just a few minutes longer I might save you some trouble in the morning.”
“What do you mean?” Dad asked.
“The Queen just went to her chambers, but before she did, she let me know that she wanted you to sign a document first thing in the morning to be sent out to the Trylle.” Konstantin gestured to the grand windows above the door, which were starting to show the first hints of dawn. “And with morning so close, if you wanted to sign it now, you would have a few hours longer to sleep in.”
“A document?” Dad shook his head. The bags under his eyes revealed how truly tired he was, and his dark eyes were confused. “I was drafting a letter for the Trylle. What was she working on?”
“I’m not entirely sure, sir. I believe she left it in her office, if you’d like to have a look at it,” Konstantin said.
“I suppose I should.” Dad nodded wearily, then turned to me. “You can go on, Bryn. I’ll be home soon.”
“No, it’s all right,” I replied quickly. “I can wait for you.” Dad shrugged in a way that said I could suit myself, and then he started down the corridor toward the Queen’s office.
Konstantin went after him, but he turned back to me as he did. “Don’t worry. We won’t be too long, white rabbit,” he promised me.
I turned away, hoping my cheeks wouldn’t burn at Konstantin’s use of a nickname. It was one I’d heard a few times in my life, but it never really stuck. White because of my fair complexion, and rabbit because that was the symbol of the Kanin.
As soon as they were out of sight, I put my hand on my stomach and let out a shaky breath. Having my first taste of official duty left me feeling intoxicated and light-headed, but that last exchange with Konstantin made me weak. I’d never been that interested in boys, preferring to focus on my training, but now I finally understood what my friends meant when they were going on about being in love.
But all too quickly the adrenaline from talking with Konstantin began to fade away, and for the first time all night I realized how tired I really was. I hadn’t slept much the night before because I’d been so excited to work at the party, and corralling drunk Kanin townspeople was more work than it sounded.
Dad hadn’t been gone with Konstantin for long, but my feet were beginning to throb and I needed to get home and get to bed. I knew where the Queen’s office was, so I thought it would be best to go down and let Dad know that I was heading out. Plus it would give me a chance to say something more to Konstantin.
The office wasn’t far from the front hall, and I’d almost made it there when I heard a surprised yell, a man crying out, “No!” I froze at first, trying to register it, then it was quickly followed by an agonized scream.
If my head wasn’t swimming from the night, I would’ve noticed sooner. And a second too late—maybe even a split second too long—I realized that it was my father screaming.
I ran to the Queen’s office and threw open the door.
When I’ve later tried to remember that moment, I can’t see the rest of the room. It’s all a haze and a blur, but the one thing that’s focused—and it is in perfect, startling clarity—is Konstantin standing over my dad. His sword is drawn, and the blade is dark crimson with blood, as my dad lies bleeding on the floor.
Konstantin looked up at me. His handsome face, usually bright and confident, was chillingly blank. He almost appeared dead, except for his gray eyes—dark and frightfully alert.
“I’m sorry,” Konstantin said simply. “I am bound to something much higher than this kingdom, and I must complete my mission.”
“Bryn, get out of here!” Dad yelled as Konstantin raised his sword again.
Weaponless, I did the only thing I could do—I charged at Konstantin. As I ran at him, he pivoted, turning his sword on me. I felt the thin blade sliding sharply through my shoulder, but I barely registered the pain. The only thing that mattered was stopping Konstantin from killing my dad.
I knocked him to the floor, and I managed to punch once before he threw me off him. And then I heard other voices behind me. Other members of the Högdragen had been alerted by the yelling.
In a flash, Konstantin was on his feet and diving out the window behind the Queen’s desk. Glass shattered, and the cold and snow billowed into the room. The other guards ran after Konstantin, but I went back to my dad, kneeling beside him.
His shirt was stained red, and I pressed my hand to the wound on his chest, trying to stop the bleeding. Dad put his hand over mine, and his dark eyes were filled with worry.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner,” I told him as I tried to blink back my tears.
“No, Bryn, you saved my life.” He reached up, touching my cheek with a bloody hand. “You did amazing tonight.”
I stayed with my dad, pressing my hand hard against his chest, doing everything in my power to hold the life in him, until the medical staff came and pulled me off. They whisked him away, promising that he would be just fine, and thankfully, they ended up being right.
But after they’d gone, I stayed behind, alone in the office. My crisp white uniform was now stained red with my dad’s blood, mixing with my own from my shoulder wound. I stared out the broken window.
It was snowing so hard that it had already covered up Kon- stantin’s tracks. Whatever I had been stupid enough to think I’d felt for Konstantin was gone. He had been my hero, but none of that mattered now. He’d tried to kill my dad, and now I would stop at nothing until he was brought to justice.
Frostfire is the first installment in the Kanin Chronicles by author Amanda Hocking. Hocking previously wrote about a separate troll tribe called the Trylle, set in the same universe, which I have have not read. Frostfire is told in the first person narrative by 19-year old Bryn Aven, a member of the Kanin trackers. Bryn is half Skojare, half Kanin. She has always felt as though she was on the outside looking in regardless of how hard she's worked because of her physical appearance of being blond haired, and pale skinned, unlike the rest of the Kanin who are dark skinned and have abilities Bryn doesn't possess.
Bryn is very good at her job of tracking down changelings and bringing them home. In fact, she's got a perfect record of never returning home without completing her mission. Bryn's thirteenth job, however, is interrupted by the man who stabbed her father 4 years ago, and left Bryn's shoulder scarred; Konstantin Black. Bryn is obsessed with seeing Konstantin pay for what he did to her father. The appearance of Black, and the subsequent targeting of changelings, sends Bryn on a mission to stop him before anyone dies. But, Black's continue appearances where ever she goes, causes Bryn to pause and attempt to discover what is really happening.
Bryn is a character that I had reservations about at first. Friends told me that she was this fantastic heroine and kicked ass and took names. Perhaps I missed something important while reading this book. There were a few interesting scenes between Bryn and Black, as well as between Bryn and her boss Ridley Dresden who is supposed to be the forbidden romance. I'm really curious as to why Black is so enamored with her. Perhaps guilty conscious? Perhaps like Ridley, he harbors a bit of romantic interest in her.
I did like the fact that Bryn is driven to be the best she can be and doesn't back down to anyone, including the King and Queen or a Prince from another Kingdom. Bryn drives herself hard because she wants to become one of the Kings' elite Hogdragen. She drives herself hard because she wants to be considered a normal part of the Kanin society rather than an outcast. I did like the fact that Hocking has created a race of Trolls that is unlike anything seen before. Her trolls are based on Norse mythology and Scandinavian folklore, and she does spent a good deal of time telling the differences between tribes.
Obviously, since the publisher was so awesome in sharing copies of this book, and the sequel called Ice Kissed with me, I shall be continuing this story and hoping that I can guess as to the major mystery of the series. Hocking and I haven't had an easy relationship with her My Blood Approves series. Some of her stories are so far out there, they make me laugh hysterically. Hopefully, this series will continue to entertain me.
*The Kanin Chronicles is a young adult paranormal romance trilogy. It is a spin-off of the Trylle series and is set four years after the events of the final book in the series called Ascend.*
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