- Shopping Bag ( 0 items )
Here we go again. . .
Just when it seems life at Mythos Academy can't get any more dangerous, the Reapers of Chaos manage to prove me wrong. It was just a typical night at the Library of Antiquities--until a Reaper tried to poison me. The good news is I'm still alive and kicking. The bad news is the Reaper poisoned someone else ...
Here we go again. . .
Just when it seems life at Mythos Academy can't get any more dangerous, the Reapers of Chaos manage to prove me wrong. It was just a typical night at the Library of Antiquities--until a Reaper tried to poison me. The good news is I'm still alive and kicking. The bad news is the Reaper poisoned someone else instead.
As Nike's Champion, everyone expects me to lead the charge against the Reapers, even though I'm still hurting over what happened with Spartan warrior Logan Quinn. I've got to get my hands on the antidote fast--otherwise, an innocent person will die. But the only known cure is hidden in some creepy ruins--and the Reapers are sure to be waiting for me there . . .
Praise for the international bestselling Mythos Academy series
"Kiss of Frost has just as much ass-kicking as the first book in the series." --Good Choice Reading
"Lots of twists and turns and a surprise ending will leave the reader breathless!" --RT Book Reviews on Kiss of Frost, 4 Stars
"Ms. Estep's Mythos Academy is sure to appeal to all those who love a good character-driven YA that uses humor, snark, and seriousness to create a world you won't want to leave." --Heroes &Heartbreakers
"It has literally everything: mystery, romance, mythology, boarding schools. What could be better?" --Simply Nerdy Book Reviews on Touch of Frost
I was trapped.
I paced from one side of the room to the other, pivoted on my sneaker heel, and hurried back the other way. A few steps later, I reached the opposite wall, so I turned and repeated the process. Back and forth, and back and forth, I stalked, my mind drifting from one thing to the next.
My friends at Mythos Academy. My search for artifacts. What Agrona, Vivian, and the rest of the Reapers of Chaos were plotting next. Where Logan was.
My heart twinged at the thought of Logan, and my foot caught in the bottom part of a net that was draped over the back of my desk chair. I stumbled forward, barely managing to catch myself before I slammed face-first onto my bed.
I staggered back up onto my feet and glared at the net. Oh sure, it looked all innocent hanging there, like a patch of light gray seaweed had sprouted out of the back of my chair. Supposedly, it had belonged to Ran, the Norse goddess of storms. Truth be told, it wasn't all that impressive, as far as artifacts went. The seaweed was gnarled, knotted, and seemed so thin, threadbare, and brittle that it would probably crumble to dust if you so much as breathed on it. But I'd learned the hard way that looks were often deceiving, especially in the mythological world. Still, I supposed I should be grateful I hadn't crushed the net by tromping all over it.
I'd had the net for a couple of days now, ever since I'd found it at the Crius Coliseum, and I still didn't know what was so special about it. I hadn't even gotten any big vibes off the net with my psychometry magic, which let me know, see, and feel an object's history.
But finding powerful mythological artifacts and keeping them safe from Reapers was the latest mission that Nike, the Greek goddess of victory, had given to me. Most folks knew me as Gwen Frost, that weird Gypsy girl who touched stuff and saw things, but I was also Nike's Champion, the girl picked by the goddess to help carry out her wishes here in the mortal realm.
Me, a Champion. I still couldn't believe it sometimes. But Nike was very, very real, just like the rest of the mythological world, with all its gods, goddesses, magic, creatures, artifacts, and warrior whiz kids.
More and more thoughts crowded into my mind, but I pushed them aside. Instead, I slid the chair even closer to the desk so I wouldn't trip over the net again and resumed my pacing. Back and forth, and back and forth, from one side of my prison to the other ...
"Will you stop all that bloody stomping around?" a voice with a cool English accent growled a few minutes later. "You are making it impossible for me to get in my mid-afternoon, pre-killing-Reaper nap."
I looked at the wall, where a sword in a black leather scabbard was hanging next to my posters of Wonder Woman, Karma Girl, and The Killers. A purplish eye on the hilt was open wide and glaring at me, while the rest of the sword's features—a nose, an ear, and a mouth—were turned down into a petulant pout.
"Really, Gwen," Vic, my talking sword, chastised me again. "Some of us are trying to sleep. Isn't that right, fuzzball?"
An agreeing bark sounded from a basket in the corner. Nyx, the Fenrir wolf pup I was taking care of, was as cute as she could be with her dark gray fur and purplish eyes, but she had an annoying habit of going along with just about whatever Vic said.
"Fine," I grumbled and plopped down on my bed. "I'll stop pacing."
Okay, okay, so I wasn't really trapped. But my dorm room sure felt like a prison these days, especially since there was almost always a Protectorate guard stationed outside. I pushed aside a curtain and stared out one of the picture windows. Aiko, a thin, petite, twentysomething Ninja, was leaning against a tree on the lawn below, just like she had been ever since I'd come back to my room an hour ago. Aiko shifted on her feet, causing the folds of her gray robe to billow out around her slender figure and giving me a brief glimpse of the short sword and silver throwing stars hooked to her belt.
I sighed and let the curtain fall back into place. Aiko was outside to protect me from any Reapers who might try to kill me, something that had happened more than once within the walled confines of Mythos Academy. Still, I didn't like being watched all the time, even if it was for my own good. It made me feel weak and helpless and just ... trapped.
Suddenly, the room felt unbearably hot and stuffy, and I couldn't draw enough air down into my lungs. Even though my room was on the large side compared to some of the others at the academy, the ceiling seemed to swoop down and the walls seemed to creep closer the longer I stared at them, like they were all slowly sliding toward me, getting ready to surge forward and crush me in their cold, indifferent embrace.
I shivered and dropped my gaze to the floor, but even it seemed to ripple, as though it was trying to rise up to meet the ceiling. I sighed. My Gypsy gift was acting up and making me see things that weren't really there. I stared at the floor, determined to control my psychometry, but once again, the boards rose and fell like the ocean waves I'd seen when I'd touched Ran's net.
I bolted off my bed. "I need some air," I said. "I'll be back soon."
Vic and Nyx didn't say anything as I stalked over to the door, opened it, and peered out into the hallway. I expected to see a guy with hazel eyes, dark brown hair, and tan skin leaning against the wall, but Alexei Sokolov, my friend and the Russian Bogatyr warrior who served as my guard, wasn't waiting to walk me across campus. That was a little strange, since Alexei took his assignment super seriously, but I wasn't about to overlook my good luck.
I stepped outside, shut the door behind me, and hurried away from my room as fast as I could.
* * *
Despite the fact that Aiko was outside my dorm, it was easy enough for me to go to the common kitchen that all the girls in Styx Hall shared, open one of the windows, and crawl outside. I slid from one tree to the next until I was out of sight of Aiko and the dorm before I stepped onto one of the ash-gray cobblestone paths that wound across campus.
It was late January, and the air was bitterly cold. The blustery gusts of wind kicked up the hard bits of snow that littered the ground, while the thick gray clouds cast the landscape in shifting shadows, even though it was only late afternoon. I stuffed my hands into my jacket pockets and tucked my chin down into the dark gray, snowflake-patterned scarf wrapped around my neck, trying to stay warm.
Since it was so cold, I was the only one walking across campus. I thought about heading up the hill to the main quad and going over to the Library of Antiquities, but it was sure to be full of kids studying. I didn't feel like being gawked at, so I veered onto a path to my left. I wound up in the amphitheater.
The amphitheater was really two pieces put together—a stage at the bottom and then a series of long, flat shallow steps that climbed up the hill above it. The steps, which also served as seats, arced out and up into an enormous semicircle, until it almost seemed like each row was a pair of arms reaching around to hug the stage close.
The shadows seemed even deeper here, but the theater's bone-white stone glimmered like a ghost in the wintry darkness. Sparks of soft lilac, silvery gray, and forest green were embedded in the stone, giving it a pale, opalescent sheen and making it seem as if a hundred thousand fireflies were slowly winking on and off. It was a beautiful sight, and some of the tension and worry drained out of my body. Plus, the amphitheater was empty, just like I'd hoped it would be. I wasn't in the mood for any sort of company.
I walked over to the stage, which was surrounded by four columns, one at each corner. Stone chimeras crouched on round globes on the very tops of the columns, their heads turned to stare out at the steps, almost as if they were waiting for a crowd to gather for some show. I hesitated, a bit of unease bubbling up in my stomach, but when the chimeras didn't turn and glare at me, I climbed up the steps, walked to the middle of the stage, and sat down on the edge. I let out a deep sigh.
Alone—I was finally alone.
I closed my eyes and breathed—in and out, in and out—just enjoying this moment of peace, quiet, and solitude—
Something skittered off to my left.
My eyes snapped open, and my hand dropped to my side, but I only came up with empty air. I'd left Vic in my room, so the sword wasn't strapped to my waist as usual. I frowned. Why had I left him behind? That wasn't like me. I usually took Vic everywhere I went, especially now, with the Reapers on the verge of declaring another Chaos War against the Pantheon.
The noise sounded again, like boots scuffling over stone. I turned my head to the left and realized there was someone else on stage with me—a boy about my own age with ink-black hair and a lean, muscled body.
Logan freaking Quinn.
The guy I loved.
The one who'd stabbed me in the chest—and left me behind.
He wore boots, jeans, and a black leather jacket over a light blue sweater that brought out the intense color of his icy eyes. He looked the same as I remembered, the same as I'd imagined him a hundred times since he'd left Mythos, since he'd left me.
Logan?" I asked, my voice a hoarse, hopeful whisper. "Logan!"
I scrambled to my feet. I opened my arms and started to run toward him when I realized that Logan was holding a sword—and that his eyes were now glowing that eerie Reaper red.
I stopped short. The last time Logan's eyes had been that horrible color had been a few weeks ago during a Reaper ambush at the Aoide Auditorium. He'd attacked and almost killed me before I used my psychometry to undo the murderous magic the Reapers had done.
I thought I'd saved Logan from the Reapers, from Loki, but now, it looked like he was here to finish the job.
"Oh, go on, Gwen," a mocking, sneering voice called out. "Go say hello to your boyfriend. He's oh so glad to see you."
I whirled around. A girl now sat in the middle of one of the auditorium steps. A black Reaper robe hid her clothes from sight, but she wasn't wearing a mask so I could see her face. Frizzy auburn hair, amazing golden eyes, pretty features. Vivian Holler, Loki's Champion, the Reaper girl who'd murdered my mom.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed.
Vivian grinned at me. "Nothing much. Just watching Logan finally follow through with what he started. Isn't that right, Logan?"
I looked at the Spartan. He didn't say anything, although his fingers slowly tightened around the hilt of the sword. After a moment, he started twirling the weapon in his hand, getting a feel for the sword, just like he'd done at the auditorium before he'd attacked me.
"No," I whispered. "No, no, no."
"Oh yes, yes, yes, Gypsy," another voice purred.
I looked back at the steps. A woman with golden hair and bright green eyes was now sitting beside Vivian, wearing the same sort of black robe that she did. Agrona Quinn, Logan's traitorous stepmom and the head of the Reapers.
I frowned. How had Agrona and Vivian gotten here? And how had they managed to work their foul magic on Logan again? He was supposed to be with his dad, Linus, recovering from all of the terrible things that had happened at the auditorium. He was supposed to be safe.
"What's going on?" I asked.
I backed away from Logan and eased toward the far side of the stage, hoping I could run down the steps before he caught me. Logan would cut me to ribbons with his sword, especially since I didn't have Vic to defend myself with. But more than that, I didn't want to fight Logan—not again.
"Ah, ah, ah," Vivian called out. "Stay right where you are, Gwen."
A soft click sounded. My head snapped back to the Reaper girl, who now had a crossbow trained on me. I froze. Where had she gotten that from?
"Excellent," Agrona purred again.
She waved her left hand, causing a large, heart-shaped ruby to sparkle in a ring on her finger. Did Agrona still have some of the Apate jewels left? Was that how she was controlling Logan again? I thought that I'd smashed all of the jewels she was wearing at the auditorium, but she must have gotten her hands on some more of them.
"Now," Agrona said. "We can finally proceed. If it pleases you, my lord?"
She and Vivian both turned and looked over their shoulders. I'd been so focused on the two of them that I hadn't realized a third figure was sitting on the steps in the exact center of the amphitheater.
Instead of a robe, shadows wrapped around his body, curling, writhing, and wisping around him like smoke hovering over a fire. Slowly, the darkness began to spread out from him, unrolling like a carpet over the steps, smothering the soft, rainbow flashes of color in the stone and staining everything a horrible, unending black. All I could see of his features were his eyes—one a vivid blue, the other that burning Reaper red I hated more than anything else—but I shivered with fear all the same.
Because somehow, someway, Loki, the evil Norse god of chaos, was here at Mythos Academy.
"My lord?" Agrona asked again.
"Proceed," Loki answered, his voice booming through the auditorium, louder than any clap of thunder. "Kill the Frost girl—now."
"With pleasure." This time, it was Logan who spoke. Only it wasn't his voice—it was Loki's.
I looked at him in horror, but Logan was already running toward me.
"No, Logan," I said, holding my hands up and backing away from him. "Don't. Please don't. Not again—"
Logan surged forward and ran his sword through my chest.
Agonizing pain exploded like a bomb in my heart, and I screamed and screamed from the sharp, brutal force of it. Logan smiled, yanked his sword out of my chest, and stabbed me with it again.
And again, and again, and again ...
I woke up screaming.
One second, I was on the amphitheater stage with Logan killing me, and Vivian, Agrona, and Loki all happily watching. The next, I was lying in bed in my dorm room, wrestling with the pillow I'd buried my face in.
I slapped the pillow off the bed, sat up, and gulped down breath after breath. My eyes darted around my room, but everything was the same. Bed, desk, bookcases, fridge, TV. Vic hanging on the wall, Nyx curled up in her basket in the corner, Ran's seaweed net draped over the back of my chair.
Real—this was real. Everything else had been a dream. Just a dream.
Vic's eye snapped open, and he regarded me with a sympathetic expression. "Another nightmare?"
I slid to the floor and leaned back against the side of the bed. Nyx hopped out of her basket and raced over to me. I scooped up the pup and cradled her in my arms. Nyx licked my cheek, and I felt her warm concern wash over me.
"Gwen?" Vic asked again. "Another nightmare?"
"Something like that."
"Did he stab you again this time?"
My chest ached, as though Logan really had hurt me again, and I buried my face in Nyx's fur until the sensation faded away, and I was reasonably sure I wasn't going to cry.
"How did it start?" Vic asked. "The nightmare?"
Calmer now, I rewound the images in my mind. Thanks to my psychometry, I never forgot anything I heard, saw, or felt, not even my dreams. Sometimes it was a blessing, being able to recall a cherished memory, but with the nightmares I'd been having lately, it seemed more like a curse.
"I was in here, pacing back and forth, and I felt like I needed to escape ..."
I told Vic the rest of it. When I finished, the sword frowned in thought, while Nyx licked my fingers, trying to let me know she was here for me too.
The weird thing was that I really had gone to the Crius Coliseum a few days earlier, and I really did have Ran's net draped over my desk chair. In fact, I'd talked about the net and how useless it seemed with Alexei and Daphne Cruz, my best friend, when we'd had dinner in the dining hall earlier. We'd come back to my dorm room to hang out for a while, and after they'd left, I'd decided to lie down on my bed to rest for a few minutes before taking a shower and getting ready for bed. Instead, I'd fallen asleep, and the image of the net had somehow led to my recurring nightmare of Logan stabbing me in the chest.
Just like he'd done for real a few weeks ago.
"Well, obviously, you still have some issues with the Spartan and what he did to you," Vic finally said. "And who wouldn't? Do you want to talk about it?"
He'd been asking me that ever since I'd had the first nightmare a couple of weeks ago, but once again, I shook my head. I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't even want to think about it, even though my refusal to deal was probably causing some of my nightmares. After a moment, I sighed, suddenly tired—of Reapers, of fighting, and most especially of all the horrible memories that I could never, ever forget, not even when I went to sleep.
"Gwen?" Vic asked again.
"I'm fine now," I said. "It was just a dream. It wasn't real."
Excerpted from MIDNIGHT FROST by JENNIFER ESTEP. Copyright © 2013 by Jennifer Estep. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP..
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
Posted August 1, 2013
There's NOTHING Gwen Frost can't do!! She takes a trip, finds a cure, makes more friends both 2 and 4 legged, gets a new artifact, fights Reapers, and gets Logan back! Can't wait for Killer Frost in March 2014!!
2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 3, 2013
Having read with great interest and enjoyment the first four books in the series, and having eagerly awaited book 5, I was a little disappointed. This felt like "more of the same." It was predictable somehow and didn't really offer any more suspense. Sadly I'm not holding my breath about book 6, because I already know how it will all end. I'll read it, of course. I like to finish things. And I have some curiosity about how Loki will eventually get killed. I hope that that won't quite be the end of the book, but Ms.Estep will give us a glance at how the world works without Loki and his followers in it. Will the Gods still have a need for champions?
1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 14, 2013
Midnight Frost by Jennifer Estep is the 5th book in her Mythos Academy series. Estep continues this story about Gwen Frost and her friends at Mythos Academy. In Midnight Frost, Gwen, who is now Nike’s Champion, is now fully respected by her classmates, teachers, and of course, her friends. Estep has an amazing group of characters that are immensely likable. I have always loved Gwen, and her friend Daphne is also great. When we left off, Gwen survived an attack by Logan, the boy she loves. But she knows that Logan was not in his right mind, being ruled by the evil god, Loki.
While Logan is away recovering from the reapers controlling him, Gwen once again becomes involved in an exciting adventure. While in the library working, Gwen spots a classmate putting something in her water. She realizes he is a reaper, and runs to stop him from getting away. While she wins this battle with the help of her friends, Gwen notices Nickamedes, the librarian takes a sip of her water, and collapses.
The race is on to find the antidote to save Nickamedes, which forces Gwen, and her friends and protectors to follow her to the Colorado faction of Mythos Academy. They all know they are walking into a trap, but they have no choice, other then to be prepared to fight. At the Colorado Mythos Academy, Gwen meets a strange girl, who turns out to be a cousin. Rory is a new addition, and I really liked her; another great new character added by Estep, who creates such good ones, as well and good villains. Vivian and Agrona are the villains who return in this adventure, as they try to kill Gwen, as ordered by their master, Loki.
The crux of the story is when they have to travel to the Eir ruins to find the flower which is the only antidote to save the librarian. It becomes so exciting, as the last third of the book held you at the edge of your seat, unable to put it down. The battle between Gwen and her friends against the reapers was thrilling, with a betrayer in their group. Vivian and Agrona use Roc predators to help fight this battle, and just when things are looking bad, someone shows up to help them. But as usual, the reapers, especially our antagonists always find a way to survive and escape.
There was a part of this story that I so enjoyed. Gwen, Daphne and Rory help a baby gryphon, which will come back later on to help Gwen. I loved the scenes then, and more so later, when we meet the baby gryphon’s family. These scenes were awesome.
Getting to see Nike again, and the Goddess Eir, gives us some answers for Gwen, and yet she still needs more information to help stop Loki, and his Reapers. It was also great to enjoy Vic (her talking sword), and his funny sarcastic comments. I also love Nyx, her fir wolf, though he was only there early on.
If you like Urban Fantasy, with mythology, action, excitement, a number of twists and surprises, and a wonderful young heroine; look no further then Mythos Academy. Midnight Frost was a wonderful enjoyable read, and Jennifer Estep continues to write these books so well, keeping us thoroughly entertained. I cannot wait for the next book, as it is time for Gwen to use her growing powers to defeat Loki.
1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 26, 2014
Posted July 26, 2014
Posted July 2, 2014
Posted March 3, 2014
Title: Midnight Frost - Mythos Academy Book 5
Author: Jennifer Estep
Publisher: Kennsington Books/KTeen
E-Book ASIN: B00BPYGOXM
Tags: Young Adult/Teen
Overall Rating: 4.5 Great
Gwen starts to show real skill as Nike's Champion. She and the other characters begin to show a new maturity and understanding of their roles. Gwen once again is in danger following an attack in the Mythos Academy Library and when one of the adults is left poisoned the the students are sent out to find the antidote which is only found far away in a remote location. An obvious place for an ambush. The group must work together to remain alive and accomplish their task. If they fail not inly will the one poisoned die, but they may also. With danger at every turn this is their most treacherous assignment yet.
I had read many of the previous reviews on this book and was shocked by those that slandered the book because it called for the teenagers to "save the day" when there were supposed qualified adults around to do the job. I can only gather they never read the Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew books when they were young. Most teens believe they can do anything the "adults" can. When I search for books to share with my nieces and nephews, I look for something that will hold there interest for the long haul and a series so that I can be sure they will want to read more. Mythos Academy is just such a series. Both my nieces and nephews are enjoying the series and look forward to each new book.
With well developed characters and ever changing events that propel those characters into situations that force them to grow and adapt. Just as those of in the real world must grow and adapt every day to our ever changing environment. I would recommend reading this series from the beginning to see how the individual characters have changed with each new book. As a stand alone it may be difficult to understand certain parts, but it only distracts a small amount. Over all this story is fast moving, action filled and an attention grabber. You and your young readers will enjoy your time sharing it together.
Posted February 2, 2014
Posted January 3, 2014
Posted December 26, 2013
i have enjoyed this book and the series so far! totally worth to read if your thinking about reading it! But at the beginning of the book it is always repeating the same information over and over. By this book we know about Gwen's magic there is no need to go into detail about it ever single time. A brief explanation is fine but we already know the details by the 5th book. Besides that i have really enjoyed the plot and action with this book! I totally recommend this book! hope this review help in some way!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 24, 2013
Posted October 29, 2013
Posted October 18, 2013
Part of a great YA series about magic, mythology, and friendship. A great series for any teen (or teen's mom). Only downside was the book repeats a lot of the key points from the first books. That was not needed this far into a seies. I am very excited about the last book in the series coming out next February!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 12, 2013
Posted October 3, 2013
Posted September 12, 2013
Ive read Jennifer's books before another series (Elemental Series) and the character seem to be the same except younger, and obviously, a different scenerio. But they both have brown haired hero with a dark haired blue eyed BF, a healer friend who only wears pink, and everyone has/or going to have a partner so there is a shiny happy ending. The books are a good read but easily predictable.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 1, 2013
Once again Jennifer Estep floors me how she keeps her characters and settings fresh and exciting. She blends our beloved characters with new faces without overloading the reader. There is enough familiar elements that as a fan of the Mythos Academy series, I didn’t feel that she was leaving the comforts of home behind.
In Estep’s fifth installment, Gwen avoids being poisoned by a Reaper but unfortunately someone near to her is caught in the botched assassination attempt. Gwen must now travel to the ends of the earth to locate the plant that is the cure. The rest of the gang immediately snaps to attention knowing they are heading into a Reaper trap. With Logan’s absence, Gwen is left with a big hole in her heart. As she sets out on her mission she wonders if she will ever see him again. Once the group reaches the sister Academy, Gwen meets someone that she didn’t know existed and finds out more about her parents and her relatives, some things Gwen wishes she didn’t know.
I don’t want to give away much more then that but I will say that this series is heading in the right direction. I like how we aren’t pigeon holed into one setting or just one group of people and yet the familiar characters continue to grow. If you haven’t tried this series yet, now is the time to start!
Posted August 31, 2013
Posted August 27, 2013
Posted August 25, 2013