Frozen Tides (Falling Kingdoms Series #4)

Frozen Tides (Falling Kingdoms Series #4)

by Morgan Rhodes


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The plans are laid and the players are determined . . . but nothing can prepare these unlikely warriors for what the elemental gods of Mytica have in store.
CLEO: Reeling after a shocking realization about Magnus, Princess Cleo must cast aside her feelings and look toward her kingdom with the eyes of a queen.
MAGNUS: The steely prince of Limeros is once again torn between love and duty, leaving him wondering whether he's strong enough to rule his people.
LUCIA: Heartbroken and blind with fury, the betrayed sorceress allies with the awoken Fire god, who also seeks revenge.
JONAS: The defeated rebel leader reunites with Princess Cleo, only to become a pawn in the dangerous hunt for the elusive Kindred.
KING GAIUS: A desperate King of Blood flees Mytica and sails to Kraeshia, where he attempts to ally with the famously brutal emperor across the Silver Sea.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781595147080
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Publication date: 11/01/2016
Series: Falling Kingdoms Series , #4
Pages: 448
Sales rank: 16,383
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.20(d)
Lexile: 760L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Morgan Rhodes is the New York Times bestselling author of the Falling Kingdoms series. Under another pen name, she's an award-winning author of more than two dozen novels. Morgan lives in Southern Ontario. Connect with her on Twitter @MorganRhodesYA or visit for more info.

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Chapter 1
“All women are deceptive, dangerous creatures. Trust one, and you’ll regret it.”

The advice Magnus’s father once gave him echoed in his memory as he stood on the Ravencrest docks and watched the Kraeshian ship disappear into the darkness. The King of Blood had never fully trusted a woman. Not his queen, not his former mistress and advisor, not even an immortal who whispered secrets to him in his dreams. Magnus usually ignored most of what his ruthless father said, but now he knew who was the most dangerous and deceptive of all.

Amara Cortas had stolen the Kindred, an aquamarine orb which contained the essence of water magic, leaving blood and destruction in her wake.

The driving snow bit into his skin, helping to numb the pain of his broken arm. Dawn was still hours off and the night was frigid enough to steal his life if he was careless.

Still, he found it impossible to do anything but stare out at the black waters and the stolen treasure that was supposed to be his.

“Now what?” Cleo’s voice finally interrupted his dark thoughts.

For a moment, he’d forgotten that he wasn’t alone.

Now what, princess?” he hissed, frozen clouds forming before his mouth with each word he spoke. “Well, I suppose we should enjoy the short time we have left before my father’s men arrive to execute us on sight.”

The penalty for treason was death, even for the heir to the throne. And he had, most certainly, committed treason when he helped the princess currently standing behind him escape execution.
Next it was Nic’s voice that sliced through the cold night. “I have a suggestion, your highness,” he said. “If you’re finished inspecting the water for clues, why don’t you jump in and swim after that murderous bitch’s ship?”

As usual, Cleo’s favorite minion spoke to Magnus with unvarnished contempt. “If I thought I could catch her, I would,” he replied with matching venom.

“We’ll get the water Kindred back,” Cleo said. “And Amara will pay for what she’s done.”

“I’m not sure I share your confidence,” Magnus said. Finally, he glanced at her over his shoulder: Princess Cleiona Bellos, her familiar beauty lit only by the moon and a few lanterns set along the docks.

He had yet to think of her as a Damora. She had once asked to keep her family name, as she was the last in her line, and he’d agreed. The king had chastised him for allowing her, a princess forced into an arranged marriage to help make the conquering royals more palatable to the conquered kingdom and hopefully stifle an immediate rebellion amongst the Auranian people, any liberties at all.

Despite the fur-lined cloak that she’d pulled over her head to shield her long golden hair from the snow, Cleo shivered. Her face was pale and she wrapped her arms tightly around herself.

She hadn’t complained about the cold, not once on their swift journey from the Temple of Valoria to the city. They’d barely exchanged a single word until now.

Then again, far too many words had been exchanged between them the previous night, before chaos had descended.

“Give me one good reason why you wouldn’t let Cronus kill me,” she’d demanded, when she’d finally cornered him, alone, at Lady Sophia’s villa.

And instead of continuing to ignore or deny what he’d done—slaying the guard who’d been given the king’s command to end the imprisoned princess’s life—he’d given her an answer, the words tearing painfully from his throat as if he had no control over them.

“You are the only light I can see anymore,” he’d whispered. “And, whatever the cost, I refuse to let that light be extinguished.”

Magnus knew he’d given Cleo far too much power over him in that moment. He felt that weakness now—compounded by everything that had happened the night before, beginning with the earth-shattering kiss that had followed his foolish confession of her growing importance to him.

Thankfully that kiss had been interrupted before he’d lost himself completely.

“Magnus? Are you all right?” Cleo touched his arm, but he stiffened and pulled away from her, as if he’d been burned. Confusion fought with concern in her blue-green eyes.

“I’m fine,” he said.

“But your arm—”

I’m fine,” he repeated, more firmly.

She pressed her lips together, her gaze hardening. “Good.”

“We need a plan,” Nic snapped. “And we need one now before we freeze to death out here.”

His tone tore Magnus’s attention away from the princess and straight to the red-headed, freckle-faced boy who’d always seemed weak and useless…at least until tonight.

“You want a plan?” Magnus growled. “Here’s my plan. Take your precious princess and leave. Board a ship for Auranos. Hike down to Paelsia. I don’t care. I’ll tell my father you’re both dead. The only way you’ll remain alive and well is if you go into exile.”

Nic’s eyes flashed with surprise, as if this was the last thing he’d expected Magnus to say. “You mean it? We can go?”

“Yes, go.” It was the best decision for everyone. Cleo had become a dangerous distraction and Nic was at best an annoyance and, at worst, a threat. “That is an order.”

He looked up at Cleo, expecting to see relief in the princess’s eyes.

Instead, all he saw was outrage.

“An order, is it?” she hissed. “I’m sure it would make things much easier for you if we weren’t around, yes? Much easier to find your sorceress sister and get your hands on the remaining crystals.”

The reminder of Lucia, who had eloped to Limeros with Alexius, her Watcher tutor, was an unexpected blow. There had been blood on the floor when they’d arrived at the temple—and it could have very well been Lucia’s.

She has to be alive. He refused to think any other way. She was alive, and when he found her he was going to kill Alexius.

“Think whatever you like, princess,” he said, returning to the more immediate issue. Of course he wanted the Kindred for himself. Did she expect he’d want to share it with the girl who, since nearly the moment they met, has been waiting for any opportunity to reclaim her throne? The Kindred would give her the power to claim not just Auranos, but any other throne she wanted.

He needed that power in his hands—no one else’s—and then finally he would have absolute control over his life and his future with no one to fear and no one to answer to.

Not even whatever it was that had happened between them earlier could change that. They were two people on opposite sides who both wanted the same thing, but only one could succeed. He wouldn’t give up everything he’d ever wanted—not for anyone.

A flush of color had returned to the princess’s cheeks, and her eyes flashed with frustration. “I’m not going anywhere. You and I will go to the palace together. And we will search for Lucia together. And when your father comes for us, we will face his wrath together.”

He glared down at the angry princess. She stared back up at him, without intimidation. Her shoulders back, her chin up, she was a burning torch in the middle of the cold, endless night.

How he wished he was strong enough to hate her.

“Very well,” he said through clenched teeth. “But remember, this decision was yours alone.”


The carriage reached the Limerian palace grounds and passed through the guarded checkpoint shortly after the sun had risen. Perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking the Silver Sea, the black castle was in stark contrast to its pristinely white surroundings. Its obsidian towers rose up into the morning sky like the claws of a dark and powerful god.

Many found this to be an intimidating sight, but to Magnus, it was home. An odd flutter of nostalgia rushed through him; memories of simpler times, of riding and swordsmanship classes with the sons of local nobles. Of roaming the grounds with Lucia at his side, a book always in her hands. Of the queen, venturing outside wrapped in furs to welcome important guests arriving for a banquet. Of his father returning with the fruits of a successful hunt, greeting his young son with a rare smile.

Everywhere he looked, there were ghosts of the past.

He exited the carriage and walked up the dozens of steps leading to the tall and heavy main doors, their ebony surface emblazoned with the Limerian cobra signet and the credo “Strength, Faith, Wisdom.” He could hear Cleo and Nic whisper conspiratorially to each other as they trailed behind him.

He’d given them ample chance to leave and face no consequences, and instead they had chosen to come here with him. They had only themselves to blame for whatever happened next.

Two guards stood before the entry doors, dressed in the stiff, red Limerian guard’s uniforms with heavy black cloaks to help block out the cold. Magnus knew he needed no introduction.The guards bowed in unison.

“Your highness!” exclaimed one, before casting a look of surprise at Cleo and Nic. “Highnesses,” he clarified. “Are you well?”

With an awkwardly held broken arm, a bruised and bloodied face, and an overall disheveled appearance, Magnus wasn’t surprised the guard had taken notice of this. “Well enough,” he said. “Open the doors.”

He didn’t need to explain to a lowly guard why he had unexpectedly arrived in such a state. This was his home, and he had every right to be there whenever he wished, especially after barely escaping death at the hands of Amara’s henchmen.

Still, he couldn’t ignore the looming possibility that a message demanding his arrest had been sent to the castle by raven. But when the guards opened the doors without any argument, he let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

He took a moment to compose himself as he entered the grand foyer, sweeping his gaze around and settling on the spiral stairway chiseled into the stone walls, as if checking for flaws. “Who is in command here with Lord Gareth still in Auranos? I assume he hasn’t yet returned from his daughter’s wedding celebration.”

“Lord Gareth isn’t expected to return for several weeks. In his absence, Lord Kurtis was appointed grand kingsliege.”

Magnus found he did not have an immediate reply, and that perhaps he’d misheard the guard. “Lord Kurtis Cirillo has been appointed grand kingsliege?” he said after a moment.

“Yes, your highness.”

Kurtis Cirillo, Lord Gareth’s eldest son, was currently in charge of Limeros. This came as a great surprise, as Magnus had heard a rumor several months ago that Kurtis had drowned while traveling abroad.

He was disappointed to learn that that rumor had now been proven false.

“I met you during my last visit here,” Cleo said to the guard as she pushed back the hood of her cloak. “Enzo, isn’t it?”

“That’s right.” The guard eyed with distress her ripped cloak and the dried blood staining her blond hair. “Your highness, do you need me to summon the palace physician?”

She absently touched the small but angry wound on her forehead, given to her by one of Amara’s guards. “No, that’s not necessary. Thank you.” She smiled, brightening her features. “You’re very kind. I remember that from last time.”

Enzo’s face quickly turned as red as his uniform. “You make it very easy to be kind, your grace.”

Magnus fought the urge to roll his eyes. It seemed that the princess had captured another hapless fly in her web.

“Enzo,” he said, voice low and commanding. The guard’s gaze immediately snapped to his. “Have Lord Kurtis meet me in the throne room immediately.”

Another bow. “Yes, your highness.” He scurried away without another word.

“Come,” Magnus said to Cleo and Nic, then turned on his boot heels and followed the familiar route through the castle to his destination.

Come,” Nic sneered. “He orders us about like we’re trained dogs.”

“I’m not sure the prince was ever taught the polite way to speak to people,” Cleo replied.

“And yet,” Magnus said, “you’re still following me, aren’t you?”

“For now. But you should remember that charm opens far more doors than harsh words do.”

“And a sharp ax will open every door.”

The entrance to the throne room was also stationed with several guards who bowed at the sight of Magnus. No ax was required as they pushed open the doors so quickly that he didn’t even have to slow down.

Once inside, he scanned the cavernous room. His father’s black throne of iron and leather sat at the top of a dais on one end, a long wooden table and chairs for council meetings at the other. The walls were draped in Limerian tapestries and banners, and several torches peppered the molding, bringing some light to the corners of the room where the sun shining through the large windows didn’t reach.

The throne room was host to many official gatherings. It was where the king would grant audience to Limerian citizens and their various requests for financial assistance or justice against wrongdoings. It was where he would sentence prisoners for their crimes and perform ceremonies during which both the worthy and unworthy were given official titles such as “Grand Kingsliege.”

From the corner of his eye, Magnus noticed that Cleo had moved closer to him.

“You’re already acquainted with Lord Kurtis,” Cleo said. “Aren’t you?”

Magnus kept his gaze fixed on the throne. “I am.”

“And you don’t like him.”

“I don’t like anyone, princess.”

Nic snorted.

They fell into silence as Magnus considered how best to handle the complicated mess his life had become. He felt backed into a corner; injured, weaponless, and far too vulnerable. His broken arm throbbed, but instead of ignoring the pain he focused on it, to help clear his mind of the constant buzz of confusion and chaos. It had been six years since he’d last seen Kurtis Cirillo, yet he remembered it as clearly as if it had been yesterday.

The sun had shone bright and warm that day, the snow had melted so much that ice lilies pushed up through the frosty ground. A rare summer butterfly, its golden wings speckled with blue and purple dots, came to rest on one of these flowers in the garden near the cliff’s edge. In Limeros, it’s said to be good luck to see a summer butterfly, for they only lived a single day.

Magnus reached toward it and, to his amazement, it climbed onto his right knuckle, tickling his skin. It was so beautiful up close that it almost seemed magical.

“Is that a butterfly?”

A shiver zipped down his spine at the sound of Kurtis’s cold voice. Kurtis was fourteen years of age to his twelve, and the king insisted that Magnus be friendly with him during Lord Gareth’s visits. It was difficult to be friendly with the horrible boy since being within ten paces of him made Magnus’s skin crawl.

“Yes,” Magnus replied reluctantly.

Kurtis came closer. He was a full head taller than Magnus. “You should kill it.”

Magnus frowned. “What?”

“Anything stupid enough to just sit there on your pale little hand deserves to die. Kill it.”


“You’re heir to the throne. You’re going to have to grow up some day, you know. You’re going to have to kill people and not cry about it afterward. Your father would crush that thing in a second. So would I. Don’t be so weak.”

Magnus already knew that Kurtis liked to hurt animals. During his last visit, Kurtis had butchered a stray cat and left its twitching remains in a corridor where he knew Lucia would happen upon them. She’d cried for days.

“I’m not weak!” Magnus said through gritted teeth.

Kurtis grinned. “Let’s put it to the test, then. Either you kill that thing right now, before it flies away, or I promise, the next time I’m here…” He leaned in close enough to whisper. “I’ll chop off your sister’s little finger.”

Magnus stared at him, horrified. “I’ll tell my father you said that. You’ll never be allowed here again.”

“Go ahead and tell him. I’ll just deny it. Who’ll believe you?” He laughed. “Now choose. That butterfly, or your sister’s finger. I’ll cut really slowly, and tell her you told me to do it.”

He wanted to call Kurtis’s bluff, but the memory of that cat forced his throat closed.

Magnus knew he had no choice. He clasped his left hand down on the right, feeling the tender collapse of the soft wings as he crushed the beautiful, peaceful creature.

Kurtis smirked. “Oh, Magnus. Don’t you know it’s bad luck to kill a summer butterfly?”

“Prince Magnus, you look as if you’ve just returned from a war.” Once again, Kirkus’s voice wrenched Magnus out of the horrible memory.

Quickly, Magnus composed himself, setting a pleasant enough look on his face as he turned around. Kurtis was still incredibly tall—even taller than Magnus by an inch or two. His reddish-brown hair, muddy-green eyes, and pointed features had always reminded Magnus of a weasel.

“Not a war, precisely. But the past several days have been challenging.”

“I can tell. Your arm—”

“I’ll have it tended to very soon, once I get a bit of business out of the way. I’m so pleased to see you’re well, Kurtis. I’d heard a horrible rumor that you weren’t.”

Kurtis smiled that familiar, greasy smile of his and waved his hand dismissively. “Ah, yes, the rumors of my death. I sent along that preposterous story as a hoax to a gullible friend, and he spread the word very quickly. But as you can see, I’m very much alive and well.” Kurtis’s curious gaze shifted to Cleo standing next to Magnus, and then Nic, who had remained near the door next to three guards.

Clearly, he awaited introductions.

Magnus chose to play along for now. “Princess Cleiona Bellos, this is Lord Kurtis Cirillo, Grand Kingsliege of Limeros.”

Cleo nodded as Kurtis took her hand and kissed it. “It’s an honor to meet you,” she said.

“The honor is mine,” answered Kurtis. “I’ve been told of your beauty, but you’ve far exceeded my greatest expectations.”

“You’re much too kind, given the way I must look this morning.”

“Not at all. You are luminous. But you must assure me you’re not in any pain.”

Her smile remained. “I’m not.”

“I’m very glad to hear that.”

Every muscle in Magnus’s body had grown tense at the sound of the “kingsliege’s” voice. “And this is Nicolo Cassian, who is the princess’s…” How best to explain the boy’s identity and presence here? “…attendant.”

Kurtis’s brows shot up. “A male attendant? How unusual.”

“Not in the south.” To Nic’s credit, he took the introduction in stride. “It’s fine, upstanding, manly work down there.”

“I’m sure it is.”

Magnus had had enough forced pleasantries. It was time to move this along.

“I suppose you wonder why my wife and I are here, in Limeros, and not with my father in Auranos,” Magnus said. “Or have you been alerted about our current situation?”

“I have not. This is an unexpected, but very welcome, surprise.”

Some of the tension in Magnus’s shoulders eased. “Then I’ll let you in on a closely guarded secret: We’re in Limeros to search for my sister, who has eloped with her tutor. We need to stop her from making this mistake…and any further ones.”

“Oh, my.” Kurtis clasped his hands behind his back. “Lucia has always been full of surprises, hasn’t she?”

You have no idea, Magnus thought. “She has indeed.”

Nodding, Kurtis ascended the stairs leading to the king’s throne and took a seat upon it. Magnus watched him with sheer disbelief, but decided to hold his tongue.

“I will make a dozen guards available to you for this important search,” Kurtis said. He then addressed one of the guards at the entrance. “Organize this immediately and return here.”

The guard bowed. “Yes, your grace.”

Magnus watched the guard leave. “They obey your orders with much ease.”

“They do. It’s all in their training. Limerian guards will take any official order and fulfill it to the letter at once.”

Magnus nodded. “My father wouldn’t have it any other way. Those who show any sign of defiance are…disciplined.” It was a rather light word for the punishments Magnus had seen inflicted on palace guards who didn’t give themselves over—body, mind, and soul—to their duties to the kingdom.

“As they should be,” said Kurtis. “Now, I will arrange accommodations for you, your beautiful wife, and her attendant.”

“Yes. I will take my regular chambers. The princess will need separate chambers befitting her position. And Nic can be given…” He eyed the boy, “…servants’ quarters. Perhaps one of the slightly larger rooms.”

“You’re too kind,” Nic said darkly.

Separate chambers for husband and wife?” Kurtis said, frowning.

“That is what I said,” Magnus said, a moment before it occurred to him that this might seem a strange request for husband and wife.

“Magnus is kind enough to ask this on my behalf,” Cleo spoke up to ease Kurtis’s confusion. “It’s a long-standing tradition in my family to retain separate chambers for the first year of marriage, both for luck, and also to make our time spent together all the more…exciting and unpredictable.”
She blushed and cast her gaze downward, as if embarrassed by the admission. “It’s a silly tradition, I know.”

“Not at all,” Magnus said, impressed by the princess’s ready lie.

Kurtis nodded, seemingly satisfied by this explanation. “Very well. I’ll ensure that you’re given exactly what you require.”

 “Good.” Magnus returned his attention to the “kingsliege.” “I also need to send some men to the Temple of Valoria immediately. There was a violent, isolated ice storm there last night that killed many. The victims should be buried by midday and the temple restored to its former glory as quickly as possible.”

According to Limerian religious customs, the bodies of the dead must be buried in earth sprinkled with water blessed by a priest within twelve hours of death.

He couldn’t help but glance then at Nic, whose expression had grown pained at the mention of the bodies at the temple. One of those bodies had been that of Prince Ashur—Amara’s brother. Nic and the prince had become close friends before his murder at his devious sister’s hands.

“An ice storm?” The Kurtis’s brow was now raised to its highest. “No wonder you all look so troubled. I’m very grateful to the goddess that you and your wife were spared. You must need rest after enduring such an experience.”

“Rest can wait.”

“Very well.”  Kurtis gripped the arms of the throne. “How long do you anticipate we’ll have the honor of your presence before you return to Auranos?”

A dozen guards entered the throne room, momentarily stealing Magnus’s attention. No matter how duty-bound and driven to please Limerian guards were, twelve weren’t nearly enough to make up a search team for his sister.

“I don’t intend to return to Auranos,”  Magnus said, turning back to Kurtis.

Kurtis cocked his head. “I don’t quite follow you.”

“This is my home, my palace, my kingdom. And in the absence of my father, that throne upon which you’ve seated yourself is rightfully mine.”

Kurtis stared at him for a moment before a smile split his lips. “I completely understand. However, the king himself appointed me to this throne for the time being. I have undertaken these duties gladly—and successfully—in his and my father’s absence. The council’s grown quite accustomed to following my lead.”

“Then they’ll have to get accustomed to following my lead now that I’m here.”
Kurtis’s smile slipped. He pressed back into the throne, but didn’t make a move to stand. “Magnus—”

“It’s Prince Magnus. Or your highness,” he corrected. Even from the bottom of the stairs, Magnus could see the flicker of anger behind Kurtis’s green eyes.

“My apologies, Prince Magnus, but without any prior notice from King Gaius, I will have to protest such a sudden change. Perhaps you should—”

“Guards,” Magnus said, without turning around. “I understand you’ve been taking Lord Kurtis’s orders in recent weeks, as very well you should have been. But I am your prince, the heir to my father’s throne, and now that I’m here you’re at my command alone.” His gaze was hard as he stared into the eyes he’d loathed since boyhood. “The grand kingsliege has insulted me with his protests. Remove him from my throne and cut his throat on my order.”

The hot outrage in Kurtis’s countenance quickly turned to cold fear as the guards approached, four of them moving swiftly up the stairs before he could make a single move. They wrenched him from the throne and dragged him down the stairs, where they forced him to his knees. Magnus took his place on top of the dais.

This cold, hard, unforgiving throne held many memories for Magnus, but he had never sat on it before today.

It was far more comfortable than he’d ever expected.

The troop of red-uniformed guards stood before him, all looking up at him without question or concern. Cleo clutched Nic’s arm, her face pale and her expression uncertain.

Kneeling before Magnus was Kurtis, his eyes wild, face sweaty, and the edge of a guard’s sword now at his throat.

“Your highness,” he sputtered. “Any trespass you feel I’ve made against you was not my intention.”

“That may be so.” Magnus leaned forward and considered him for a long moment. “Beg me to spare your life and perhaps I’ll only cut off your little finger.”

First confusion, then understanding, flickered in Kurtis’s eyes.

That’s right, Magnus thought. It’s different between us now, isn’t it?

“Please,” Kurtis hissed. “Please, your highness, spare my life. I beg you. Please, I’ll do anything to prove my worth and earn your forgiveness for having insulted you.”

A rush of sheer power flowed over and within Magnus. He smiled, a genuine one, at the sniveling weasel.

“Say ‘please’ one more time.” When there was no immediate reply, Magnus nodded at the guard, who pressed his sword even closer against Kurtis’s pale throat, drawing a thin trickle of blood.

“Pleasssse,” Kurtis managed.

Magnus flicked his hand and the guard removed and sheathed his blade. “See? Don’t you feel better now?”

Kurtis heaved and trembled. Perhaps, unlike Magnus, he’d never before been physically reprimanded for his missteps.

He bowed his head. “Thank you, your highness. I am at your service.”

“Happy to hear,” said Magnus. “Now, I need a message sent to my father immediately. I want him to know what I’m up to here in the north. Wouldn’t want him worrying about me.”

“Of course not, your highness.”

“Be a good grand kingsliege and fetch me some ink and parchment, would you?”

Kurtis’s expression darkened a shade, but he quickly composed himself. “Yes, your highness.”

Magnus noticed Cleo watching as Kurtis left the room, but she said nothing and neither did Nic. When her gaze returned to Magnus, he saw nothing but accusation in her eyes. Perhaps she didn’t agree with the way Magnus reduced that young man into a cowering peon for what may have seemed, to her, like a minor transgression.

Yes, princess, Magnus thought. I am the son of Gaius Damora, the King of Blood. And it’s time I started acting like it.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this series! I cannot wait for the next book!
TheMissCharley More than 1 year ago
Do not let the title deter you: Frozen Tides brings the heat in every which way. Morgan Rhodes morphs all that readers thought they knew into something completely different. The major cliff-hanger at the end of Gathering Darkness left Frozen Tides open for many twists and turns to take place within the plot, and Rhodes not only did so in the plot but also in the characters' stories and very own thoughts. Before Frozen Tides Rhodes did not pushing boundaries, but now her writing has no boundaries. The main characters in this book, whether antagonists or protagonists, had been one-dimensional at one point or another. Frozen Tides, however, brings them all to life and sits them right on the couch next to readers. Lucia has gained a lot of power in the three prior books to Frozen Tides, and her strength is not one to be underestimated. Her character has gone through a lot of development considering the almost cowardly princess readers were introduced to in Falling Kingdoms before she knew she was a sorceress. Her powers are strengthened with Kyan at her side to the very end of the book. Lucia battles internally with her decisions she makes and one decision comes with great consequence. Magnus and Cleo have always struggled with their relationship throughout the series from Theon's death to their arranged marriage. Magnus, however, has grown individually to no longer doubt himself and, side note: he doesn't say irrelevant anymore in Frozen Tides, considers his moves with caution and does not underestimate those around him. Cleo has also grown, not much since Gathering Darkness, but has grown to consider what her heart and mind are telling her combined before moving onto something. Both of them combined, in Frozen Tides, make an incredible team when working together. The married couple, for about 3 books now, struggle to come to terms with each other due to their stubbornness and past tensions. (Magnus even becomes aware of the balcony situations.) Throughout Frozen Tides the duo have powerful moments that leave readers gasping for air with the tension being too thick to cut with a simple knife. By the end of the book they will surprise readers and have them crying (not going to say if they're happy or sad). There are two new point-of-views that Rhodes introduces in Frozen Tides that were unexpected. Felix and Princess Amara both get their much needed time in the spotlight with their very own point-of-views. Felix, in Gathering Darkness, is very mysterious. In Frozen Tides, with his point-of-view chapters, he becomes less of a mystery and more of a three-dimensional character. His story gets told not from Jonas or Lysandra's point-of-view, but his own, which allows for more details and truth to be known. His character is used for a comic relief, to a point, amongst all the seriousness of the upcoming peaked conflicts. Princess Amara also gets to tell her very own story, which leads to some sympathies getting doled out. The Kraeshian Empire, which was only hinted about in Gathering Darkness, becomes a new setting for readers to explore. Amara, along with other characters that arrive in Kraeshia, wonderfully describes her homeland and brings the land to life through fleeting words. The Kraeshian Empire holds much of the conflict in its lands, and it isn't until the end of the book where it overflows to Mytica. The end of the book, mainly the second half of Frozen Tides, is where characters' secrets get told either from their very own mouths
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Amazing, I couldn't put it down. Been reading the series, now to the next; I can't wait.
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Absolutely loved it. The romance between the characters is out of this world. Couldn't put it down, can't wait for the next one!
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Can't wait for the next book to come out
AliceGrace More than 1 year ago
Frozen Tides had me completely appalled and hanging on every single blasted word. There were many times I sat in horror at my desk or in the car holding in a gasp or trying not to gape. There were moments when all I wished was for a hardcover so I could start reading very fast (skimming), and therefore would know what would happen next as I hung on the narrator’s every word. At the same time though, I was glad I couldn’t start skimming. Morgan Rhodes and Fred Berman returned us to a world where nearly every single character has done something awful. For most of this series, I haven’t called any one group the “good guys.” This isn’t one of those series. While I’m definitely siding with Cleo and Magnus, this is the type of story where someone could just as easily want Lucia or Gaius to win. Rhodes gives us a picture of each wheel as it turns and affects the story. Whose side you’re on (as a reader) depends on who you like most (or perhaps who you hate the least). As I’ve said before, these characters are flawed and not perfectly “likeable” when you first meet them. They are something of an acquired taste. While trying to figure out what exactly to say here, I decided to go check the twitter DM with two friends who read the novel with me at the same time. I never realized until then that my complete loss for words is nothing new. My entire reaction can be summed up with one screenshot. When I said I used all caps for nearly every reaction, I wasn’t exaggerating. Miss Rhodes has elicited reactions from me that no other author has ever managed. Each novel in this series had me internally cringing one moment, gasping the next, and (after all of that) tearing up from excitement. Lucia For most of the novel, Lucia was the same naive little girl we met in the first book. (I admit that I referred to her and the Fire Kindred as whiny babies quite a few times.) However, she did actually shake some of this off towards the end and there was a bit of an unexpected development, which I will not name because it is of the nature of spoilers. Suffice it to say that although I did guess it before she realized it, I only had a few moments head start. This one revelation changes quite a bit for Lucia. She becomes more cautious. She thinks more about what she’s doing. These are all good things for her and for the rest of Mytica. Jonas Jonas was less of a focus in Frozen Tides. The previous novels spent a great deal of time with him and Nic, but they didn’t have nearly as much time as before. I’m okay with that though because they both keep making the same mistakes over and over again, and it’s making me crazy watching them. Nic has the same big mouth. Jonas is… well, Jonas although his kidnapping people has calmed quite a bit. They both manage to get themselves into trouble though and someone else pays the price for it. (It wouldn’t be Jonas if this didn’t happen.) Villains King Gaius is wicked and evil, but as it turns out there are others out there that are just as bad. Remember Amara from book three? Well, I hated Gaius because he was pure evil. He was the established villain. Amara however… she has a sad story and good reason to be resentful, etc. but even after things get better for her, it’s like she wants to make other people miserable. I dislike Amara almost more than Gaius. She is cunning and ruthless; therefore, she is the perfect villain for the Falling Kingdoms series. Magnus & Cleo Magnus and Cleo took us on quite the emotional ride bu
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Truly love a book you can fall into and be a part of it . Can't wait for the next one.
GoodBooksNoSleep More than 1 year ago
Whoa! No one is safe in this book. I'm glad Magnus and Cleo finally hit it off, but I sure hope Magnus got over his hots for his sister Lucia, or aka adopted sister (gag). I'm nervous about Theon's twin brother going after Magnus now *sigh...I do miss Theon though...As for Lucia, she's in a hot mess. Lucia is now pregnant, and babydaddy Alexius is dead *smh...As for Jonas, I feel bad for the dude. Everyone he loved and want seems to be dropping dead left and right. Dang, let the dude have some happiness, Rhodes! Then there's the mysterious assasin Felix, ahem.. Now he is something else. And then, there's Ashur, Prince of Kraeshian. I can't tell if he's the bad guy or what, but he is one strange fella. Yup. He definitely got something up his sleeves. Unfortunately, his sister, Princes Amara is a little cray-cray. She's got a very friendly va-jay-jay. I mean, she'll sleep with anyone to get what she wants, and you will find that she'll go psycho in the book. Oh yeah, how can we forget Aron. Thank god Aron is dead (hallelujah). Aron really reminds me of King Joffrey Baratheon in Game of Thrones. And Nicolo, Cleo's BF, is strange too. That guy is just so lost and confused--thanks to Ashur *ahem...
quibecca More than 1 year ago
*** may be spoilers if you haven't read the first three *** I LOVE this series. Love it. This is another example of a series that just keeps getting better with each book. I felt like I was settling in with old friends, and old enemies. I am seriously attached to some of these, yet some just keep disappointing me. I can never tell which one is good and which one is evil. Ones I want to hate, I find myself not hating them as much as I use to....Oh this story is so AMAZING!!! Cleo: I don't even know what to think of her right now. She is so frustrating! Being married to Magnus has not made her less frustrating but more. hehe. Magnus and Cleo may have to face death when King Gaius returns to Mytica, for treason. I cannot wait to see how this story continues! Magnus: Gosh! He is such a great character to have a love/hate relationship with. He is evil, then kind, then evil. He just cannot make up his bi-polar mind on what type of man he wants to be. But he is such a fascinating character. He is so complex. Which is why I don't know whether to love or hate him. :). Lucia: Let just say she puts a whole new spin on the word CRAZY. There may even need to be a new category for her crazy. She makes me mad on so many levels, which I think makes for some great writing. When an author can bring so many feeling out of me, it just brings the character more to life for me. Rhodes definitely knows how to write crazy character :). Jonas: I still love him. I loved him from the very beginning. I have wanted to smack him on the side of his head several times, for being so oblivious to the people, and feeling around him. BUT, he is such a great character. He may be the only "good" guy in this whole series....BUT #2 the series is not over, and he has time to be a love/hate character as well. No one is safe in Rhodes books :). I mean that in the best possible way! Every character fascinates me because I never know where their choices are going to take them. King Gaius: EVIL. Evil....Evil. There is absolutely no question what this so called King is. Evil might be even too kind a word to use for him. I loathe this character. Which again makes for some awesome writing! I mean Rhodes did such an amazing job with all of her characters. I, don't even know how to put my feeling for this character into words other than EVIL! There are some awesome side characters in this book as well. The whole series is full of them. I love the world that Rhodes has built in these novels. I love the struggles. I love the triumphs. I love everything about this series, and this book especially. I am anxiously awaiting the next novel in the series. I hope it keeps up it's momentum, and finishes strong. Well done Rhodes.....Well done!
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passionreader More than 1 year ago
I think by far this is the best book of the series but the ending is freaking me out, I find with this series no one is safe through out this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cannot wait for the next one!
SmalltownSR More than 1 year ago
Plenty of action, with a doozy of an ending; it took a little bit of getting used to, adding two more perspectives.
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