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The Ice Queen [MultiFormat]
eBook by William Shunn
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eBook Category: Mainstream
eBook Description: Teri Lynn has been trying to rid her life of the handsome but irresponsible Garth for longer than she can remember. On the coldest night of the Canadian winter, Teri Lynn's fantasy alter-ego might just accomplish what she never could manage on her own.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Storyteller: Canada's Short Story Magazine, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2006
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [24 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [30 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [10 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [178 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [10 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [73 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [82 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [83 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [40 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [9 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [11 KB]
, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [39 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [19 KB]
Words: 3179
Reading time: 9-12 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
She peered through the peephole that wasn't really a peephole, but was just an ordinary, slightly ragged hole where one of the trailer's previous occupants had put a bullet through the door.
Garth was there--Garth with his curly black hair and pale skin and infectious smile, breath steaming like cigarette smoke in the cone of yellow light falling from above the front door. His arms were crossed, his hands tucked into his armpits, and he stamped his feet on the flimsy wrought-iron porch, setting up a hollow, nerve-jangling racket. His face burned brightly from the cold. She could hear the creak of his leather bomber jacket, see the promise of heat in his embrace, almost feel the way his hands would move over her body...
Teri Lynn shuddered. I am the Ice Queen, she thought. I am bitter cold, I am scouring wind, and to touch me is to burn with winter's deepest, cruelest bite. There is no warmth in me, not the slightest flickering of heat.
She stared at Garth through the bullet hole and tried to continue denying that there was any flickering of heat inside her, deep down in her abdomen, somewhere behind her bladder. No heat, only ice.
He knocked again. "Hey, Teri, I know you're home," he called, and the words puffed out in warm clouds, hung for a moment in the air, then dissipated in the cold. "C'mon, it's cold out here and I just want to talk."
That breath could fill her like sweet honey. That breath could warm her, could melt her from the inside out.
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