Patricia Briggs - Frost Burned

Patricia Briggs lived a fairly normal life until she learned to read. After that she spent lazy afternoons flying dragon-back and looking for magic swords when she wasnt horseback riding in the Rocky Mountains. Once she graduated from Montana State University with degrees in history and German, she spent her time substitute teaching and writing. She and her family live in the Pacific Northwest, and you can visit her website at www.patriciabriggs.com

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Moon Called

Blood Bound

Iron Kissed

Bone Crossed

Silver Borne

River Marked

Frost Burned

Cry Wolf

Hunting Ground

Fair Game

Aralorn: Masques and Wolfsbane

To Mike, who brings color to my world

Because no good book happens alone, the following people helped to get this story to print.

Mike and Collin Briggs, Kaye and Kyle Roberson, Ann Peters, Michael Enzweiler, Deb Lenz, Linda Campbell, and Anne Sowardswho read it when it was rough and helped to make it better. Thank you.

Also to Michael and Susann Bock, who fix my German and give Zee and Tad their magic. Vielen Dank.

If there are mistakes in this book, they are, as always, my responsibility.

You should have brought the van, said my stepdaughter. She sounded like herself, though the expression on her face was still a little tight.

I shouldnt have brought anything, including us, I muttered, shoving harder on the hatch. My Rabbit had a lot of cargo space for a little car. Wed only been here twenty minutes. I shop at Walmart all the time, and I never come out with this much stuff. Wed even left before the big midnight reveal. And stillI had all this stuff. Most of which had not been on sale. Who does that?

Oh, come on, she scoffed, determinedly cheerful. Its Black Friday. Everyone shops Black Friday.

I looked up from the stubborn lid of my poor beleaguered car and glanced around the parking lot of Home Depot. Obviously, I muttered.

Home Depot wasnt open at midnight on Black Friday, but the parking lot was huge and was doing a good job of absorbing the overflow from Walmart. A bicycle couldnt have parked in the Walmart lot. I wouldnt have believed there were this many people in the Tri-Citiesand this was only one of three Walmarts, the one wed decided would be the least busy.

We should go to Target next, Jesse said, her thoughtful voice sending chills down my spine. They have the new Instant Spoils: The Dread Pirates Booty Four game on sale for half off the usual price, and it was set for release tonight at midnight. There were rumors that problems in production meant before-Christmas shortages.

Codpieces and Golden Corsets: The Dread Pirates Booty Three, better known as CAGCTDPBTI kid you not; if you couldnt say the letters ten times in a row without stumbling, you werent a Real Playerwas the game of choice for the pack. Twice a month, they brought their laptops and a few desktops and set them up in the meeting room and played until dawn. Vicious, nasty werewolves playing pirate games on the Internetit was pretty intense, and I was a little surprised that we hadnt had any bodies. Yet.

Shortage rumors carefully leaked to the press just in time for Black Friday, I groused.

She grinned, her cheeks flushed with the cold November wind and her good cheer not as forced as it had been since her mother called to cancel Christmas plans during Thanksgiving dinner earlier this evening. Cynic. Youve been hanging around Dad too much.

So, in search of pirate booty, we drove across the street to the Target parking lot, which looked a lot like the Walmart parking lot had. Unlike Walmart, Target hadnt stayed open. There was a line four people deep waiting for the doors to be unlocked at midnight, which, according to my watch, was about two minutes from now. The line started at Target, wrapped around the shoe store and giant pet store, and disappeared around the corner of the strip mall into darkness.

Theyre not open yet. I did not want to go where that line of people was going. I wondered if this was how Civil War soldiers felt, looking over a ridge and seeing the other sides combatants, grim and poised for battle. This line of people was pushing baby strollers instead of cannons, but they still looked dangerous to me.

Jesse looked at my face and snickered.

I pointed at her. You can just stop that right now, missy. This is all your fault.

She blinked innocently at me. My fault? All I said was it might be fun to go out and hit the Black Friday sales.

Id thought it would be a good way to distract her from her mothers patented brand of guilt trip leavened with broken promises. I hadnt realized that going shopping on Black Friday (Thursday still, according to my watch, for the next minute) was akin to throwing myself on a grenade. Id still have done itI love Jesse, and the diversion was starting to workbut it might have been nice to know how bad it was going to be.

We drove slowly behind a host of cars also looking for parking places, eventually drifting right by the front of the store where the shoppers lurked, hunched and ready to attack the sales. Inside the store, a young man in the sadly appropriate red Target shirt walked very slowly to the locked door that was all that protected him from the horde.

Hes going to die. Jesse sounded a little worried.

The crowd started undulating, like a Chinese New Year dragon, as he reached up slowly to turn the key.

I wouldnt want to be in his shoes, I agreed, as the boy, mission completed, turned to run back into the store, the crowd of salivating shoppers hot on his trail.

Im not going in there, I stated firmly, as an old woman elbowed another old woman who had tried to slip in through the doors ahead of her.

We could always go to the mall, Jesse said after a moment.

The mall? I raised my eyebrows at her incredulously. You want to go to the mall? There are a herd of strip malls in the Tri-Cities as well as a factory outlet mall, but when one speaks of the Mall, they mean the big one in Kennewick. The one that everyone shopping on Black Friday was planning to hit first.

Jesse laughed. Seriously, though, Mercy. Five-quart kitchen mixers are on sale, a hundred dollars off. Darryls broke when my friends and I made brownies with it. With babysitting money, I have just enough to replace it for Christmas if I can find it for a hundred dollars off. If we get the mixer, Im okay with calling this experiment finished. She gave me a rueful look. I really am okay, Mercy. I know my mother; I was expecting her to cancel. Anyway, itll be more fun spending Christmas with Dad and you.

Well, if thats the case, I said, why dont I give you a hundred dollars, and we can skip the mall?

She shook her head. Nope. I know you havent been part of this family long, so you dont know all the rules. When you break someone elses toy, you have to pay for it yourself. To the mall.

I sighed loudly and pulled out of the frying pan of the Target parking lot and headed toward the fire of the Columbia Center Mall. Into the breach, then. Against mobs of middle-aged moms and frightening harridans we shall prevail.

She nodded sharply, raising an invisible sword. And damned be heshewho cries, Hold, enough!

Misquote Shakespeare in front of Samuel, I dare you, I told her, and she laughed.