First
look at WEB OF FROST by Lindsay Smith!
A
too-young queen must learn to control her powers in order to save her
empire, but can she trust the man who’s taught her to use her gift?
About WEB OF FROST
The saints of Russalka work their blessings in
mysterious ways, allowing the royal family to perform miracles for
their people. But the young princess Katza fears her powers.
She’s seen grave visions of her bloodied hands destroying her
family’s empire. When her older brother succumbs to illness,
leaving her next in line for the throne, Katza turns to a young
rebellious prophet named Ravin who promises to teach her how to
control her gift. As unrest grows in Russalka and a foreign monarchy
threatens, Ravin understands Katza's fears and helps her find
confidence in her gift, and her own heart. Under Ravin’s unorthodox
training, Katza learns to hear the saints once more—until
revolutionaries claim her father’s life.
Reeling and desperate, Katza draws upon darker
and darker powers to stop the revolutionaries, the foreign invaders,
and the members of her own court who would see her fail. But the more
Ravin whispers in her ear, the more Katza questions whether he—and
the saints—have her best interests at heart. She must choose
between her love of Ravin and her love of Russalka itself—and
decide whether her empire might not be better off without her.
Here is an exclusive excerpt from WEB OF FROST:
“An
incredible show of power,” Ravin said. “But you are capable of
even more.” He paused, and turned his head, almost peering back at
her over his shoulder. Again her gaze was drawn to the sharp line of
his forehead, his nose beneath a dark sheaf of his hair where it had
fallen across his brow. “Show me.”
Katza
rolled her shoulders back. She had never before prayed to Saint
Morozov; she’d never had reason to. She scanned the icons in the
sanctuary, looking for his face—the blue eyes piercing with ice,
the gray pallor of his skin as flecks of frost wreathed him. But all
the colors were washed out on the ancient icons—he was hard to
find. Saint
Morozov. Her
lips worked as she sought him out. Saint
Morozov. Grant me the chill in your bones . . .
“No,
no.” Ravin stalked toward her, shoulders bristling with cold fury.
“You don’t need to focus on his icon. You must be able to draw
the power anywhere. Anytime. Morozov is only a filter for turning the
raw power into ice. You must reach past him.” He trembled with
intensity. “Seize the power for yourself. It’s already there,
just waiting for you to grasp it.”
“I—I’m
sorry.” Katza bit her lower lip and looked down. Morozov.
Let your cold envelop me . . .
And
then she felt it, crawling inside her skin—the faintest threads of
ice. If the saints were filters for Boj’s raw power, then Katza
imagined herself reaching through that filter to grasp it at the
source. Her breath crystallized before her as she exhaled, then
twinkled like glass as it fell to the floor. Frost coated her hands,
her face, and yet the cold was soothing, hardening around her like a
shelter . . .
No.
Like a tomb.
Katza
thrashed, panicking as her skin became solid, stiff with cold. “O,
Boj,” she cried. “I can’t—”
“You
have to release it,” Ravin shouted. “Don’t keep it trapped
inside you!”
Katza’s
throat was closing up, turning into a block of ice. She tried to
scream. Tried to move her arms—she had to force the cold away from
her—
She
flung her arms out wide.
Frost
shot out from all around her, spinning fine as a spider’s web. It
spread up the chapel walls, crunching and cracking as it went, riming
the icons and choking the candles Ravin had lit. Katza’s breathing
eased and she felt a tide surging through her. She was one with the
ice, letting it into her as she spun it from her, a perfect
symbiosis.
Katza’s
chest rose and fell as she admired the ice thickening into columns
and pillars and intricate lacework all around them. With a command,
she could pull it all away. But she wouldn’t. She had made this,
and she was in control, and everything was beautiful.
A
voice inside her sighed happily and whispered in her ear, Yes.
“Incredible.”
Ravin was breathing heavily too as he approached her once more,
stepping around a pillar of ice. His dark eyes danced, reflecting the
sunlight-kissed frost. “You are truly in control of it.”
Katza
tested, fingers twitching; a column of ice thinned, melting, then
thickened again at her command. “I am. I can feel that power you
were talking about, that well. It’s just below the surface. But
it’s rolling through me, a give and take . . .”
“Yes.
You are in control of your power. But I, too, am blessed by Saint
Morozov.” He drew closer and raised his palm. Ice sheathed his
fingers, glinting with the menace of steel. “Can you stop it when
someone else is using that blessing? Can you melt it all away?”
Katza
staggered back from him, but backed into one of the columns of ice.
She tried to melt it, but it was one he’d created—she had no
power over it. Frost fringed onto her clothing, her hair, her neck,
as if the column were consuming her, swallowing her up. Again she
felt that burn in her chest, crystals sprouting and slicing her up,
but it wasn’t in her control. She couldn’t push it away.
“Careful,
tsarechka.”
Ravin laughed behind pressed lips. “Or I’ll make a martyr of
you.”
Panic
spiked through her, a shard of ice in the warmth of the saints’
gifts. “Please, stop!”
His
face loomed before hers. Gray washed over his features; his lips were
deathly blue. “You must stop me.”
Katza
swallowed. She couldn’t. She would never be strong enough—but she
had to. It was what Russalka needed.
It
was what she’d been craving, all along.
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Author
Bio:
Lindsay
is the author of the young adult novels Sekret, Dreamstrider,
and A Darkly Beating Heart,
and is the showrunner and lead writer for Serial Box's The
Witch Who Came In From the Cold. Her
work has appeared on Tor.com and in the anthologies A
Tyranny of Petticoats, Strange
Romance Vol. 3, and Toil
& Trouble, and she has written
for Green Ronin Publishing's RPG properties. She lives in Washington,
DC with her husband and dog.
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