Jennifer Estep - Killer Frost

Any author will tell you that her book would not be possible without the hard work of many, many people. Here are some of the folks who helped bring Gwen Frost and the world of Mythos Academy to life:

Thanks to my agent, Annelise Robey, for all her helpful advice.

Thanks to my editor, Alicia Condon, for her sharp editorial eye and thoughtful suggestions. They always make the book so much better.

Thanks to everyone at Kensington who worked on the project, and thanks to Alexandra Nicolajsen and Vida Engstrand for all their promotional efforts. Thanks to Justine Willis as well.

And, finally, thanks to all the readers out there. Entertaining you is why I write books, and its always an honor and a privilege. I hope you have as much fun reading about Gwens adventures as I do writing them.

Happy reading!

1.Balcony of Statues

2.Check Out Counter

3.Artifact Case

4.Ravens Coffee Cart

5.Entrance

6.Book Stacks

7.Study Area

8.Offices

9.Staircase

This is pointless.

Daphne Cruz, my best friend, leaned forward, stared into the bathroom mirror, and put another coat of gloss onto her lips. Sparks of magic the same princess-pink color as her gloss streamed out of the Valkyries fingertips and winked out as they hit the porcelain sink below the mirror.

Pointless, I repeated. Point. Less. Mmm-hmm.

Daphne gave a noncommittal reply, capped her gloss, and dropped the tube into the enormous purse hanging off her arm. She reached into the depths of the designer bag and pulled out a hairbrush, ignoring me as she started smoothing out her golden locks. Which, of course, were already perfectly smooth. Daphne never went anywhere without looking her best.

Cmon, I said, not ready to give up on my rant yet. You know Im right about this. The day is sure to end in disaster.

Daphne finished with her brush, put it away, and plucked a silver compact out of her purse. She smoothed a bit of powder onto her already flawless amber skin and gave herself a critical once-over in the mirror, picking a tiny piece of lint off her pale pink cashmere sweater.

I drew in another breath to continue with my tirade, but Daphne snapped her compact shut, interrupting me before I could get started again.

Daphne looked at me in the mirror, her black eyes finally meeting my violet ones. Geez, Gwen. Relax. Were out on a double date. Were supposed to be, you know, having fun. Not worrying about Reapers coming to ruin everything.

I glowered at her. She might be able to relax, but worrying about Reapers was something I did pretty much twenty-four-seven these days.

My left hand slid over to my right wrist, and my fingers wrapped around the bracelet that hung off my arm there. The bracelet itself was uniqueseveral laurel leaves dangling off strands of mistletoe that had been woven together to form a thin chain, all of them made out of silver. I tightened my grip on one of the leaves and waited a few seconds for my psychometry to kick in. But the only sensation I got off the bracelet was the same cool, calm vibe I always felt whenever I focused on it.

To look at the bracelet, youd think that it was nothing more than a bit of interesting jewelry. But it was one of the keys to finally defeating Loki and his Reapers of Chaos. At least, thats what Nike, the Greek goddess of victory, claimed. I served as Nikes Champion, the girl who carried out the goddesss wishes here in the mortal realmand the goddess wanted Loki dead. Something the bracelet was supposed to help me accomplish, even if I hadnt figured out exactly what to do with it yet.

Gwen? Daphne asked, a bit of exasperation creeping into her voice. Now what are you brooding about? I fiddled with the leaves on the bracelet for a few more seconds before tucking the whole thing back under the sleeve of my purple hoodie.

Im wondering how you can be so blas about Reapers, I said. Um, hello? In case you havent noticed, Reapers have ruined pretty much everything at Mythos Academy the last few months. Homecoming dance? I end up fighting a Reaper in the library. Winter Carnival weekend? Another fight with a Reaper at the ski resort. Last day of winter break? Fighting Reapers at the Crius Coliseum. Winter band concert? More Reapers at the Aoide Auditorium. And dont even get me started on what happened when we went to the Eir Ruins.

One by one, I ticked the examples off on my fingers. When I finished, I gave her a knowing look. So why should today be any different?

Daphne rolled her eyes. She slapped her hands on her hips, causing even more princess-pink sparks of magic to erupt out of her fingertips.

Because today is supposed to be about usyou, me, Carson, and Logannot about Reapers, she said. The rest of us have been having a great afternoon so far, even if all youve done is try to ruin things by looking for Reapers around every corner.

The Valkyries right, a voice with a cool English accent chimed in. You have been a little on edge today, Gwen.

I reached down, pulled a sword out of the black leather scabbard belted around my waist, and held it up to eye level. Instead of being plain, half of a mans face was inlaid into the silver hilt, complete with a hooked nose, a mouth, an ear, and a bright purplish eye that was fixed on me. Vic, my talking sword, the weapon given to me by Nike herself.

I thought youd be eager to run into some Reapers today, I said. Considering that all you ever do is talk about wanting to kill them.

Vic didnt have a shoulder to shrug, so he rolled his one eye instead. Even I need some downtime every once in a while, Gypsy. The Valkyries right. You should enjoy the quiet while it lasts. I, for one, am going back to my nap. You know the drill.

Yeah, yeah, I muttered. Only wake you if there are Reapers to kill.

Precisely.

Vic snapped his eye shut. I gave the sword a sour look, even though he wasnt paying the slightest bit of attention to me anymore. I sighed, then slid him back into his scabbard.

See? Daphne said in a smug tone. Even Vic agrees with me.

I glared at her again, though she and Vic were both right. I was being a total spoilsport today. But it had been almost two weeks since wed heard so much as a peep from Agrona Quinn, the head of the Reapers, or Vivian Holler, the girl who was Lokis Champion and my nemesis. Two long weeks that had no doubt given the Reapers time to regroupand come up with some new horrible plan to mess with me and the people I cared about.

Just thinking about what the Reapers might be up to made my stomach clench with dread. Id already lost so much to Agrona, Vivian, and the other warriors, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before they struck again. But Daphne and Vic were right. There was nothing I could do about the Reapers today, and I should enjoy this time with my friends and boyfriend.