Frost ByPatrick D. Kaiser Alsoby Patrick D. Kaiser Catchthe Moment Colorsof the Heart TheLight Before We Land CrimsonMinds CrimsonCrown CrimsonLilies You can find these on Amazon.com Copyright ©2020 by Patrick D. Kaiser Allrights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used inany manner without written permission of the copyright owner exceptfor the use of quotations in a book review. Frost Bookone of The Death Bringer Chronicles Tableof contents Tag Thefall Mirror– Mirror Judgment Embers,ash, and the past Therun TheToll Schemes Doubts Escape Unwrittenrules Setup Thehouse of Seers Thebigger picture Shade Littleboy lost Intodreams Domino Anuneasy alliance Horkspheres Siblings Politico Family Incarceration Countdown Lyingeyes Jagon Thecrystal cold Whatwe grow beyond SneakPeek ToMy Eldest Sister Jessica, Forall the love & encouragement Yougive me. Evenwhen I'm an obnoxious little brother. Thankyou for loving & supporting me. TrialI: Tag The wind howling, frigid & cold Coursing through these streets By the by, her & I Against a city backdrop A midnight summer’s weep An exam beneath the wayward moon The rain drowns me so Forced mental revision I’m getting sluggish & slow A game of tag to be played Myself, The one to whom second place holds Her tactics drilling me to death She’s the very embodiment of bold The dichotomy between her and I Jack Frost: This woman, one with thesky My enigmatic teacher, thus A game of chance Wagered upon a die The best of the best Notorious as hell’s flame No title more fitting, Being in this mess I’ve only myself to blame One worthy, a nonexistent criminal Yet, all the same to her A crime to even speak her name A crime every lioness purrs Even my keen eyes, To catch but a glimpse Of her icy trail Tracking her upon the wind A task, arduous and deficient One I dare not fail A game of tag and I’m it Losing, not a choice Her training methods, though effective, Leaving my clothes moist Her laugh fills the sky Chilling to the bone “HEHEHEHE! You’ll never catch me at thisrate…” Reverberates her tone A searing agitation, one upon my skin As if three days of no success, The prick of one hundred pins “Are you planning to go withoutsupper again, tonight?” She scorns and she scolds The fatigue of the chase, Hunger, & lack of sleep As, the 4th hour, the bell tolls All I can do, but to stand Odd… The sameness of it all She’s pushing more than usual The end game, my elusive fall? My sight failing to get the job done What answer then remains? Perhaps taste? Perhaps smell? She will not say She will not show Where then may I delve? My adversary, time itself, Conspires against me “It’s nearly dawn.” Her voice compels Her patterns ever shifting This is my training regiment And you thought boot camp was hard? You’ve got it easy I’m stuck with a fugitive fairy And the authorities are gaining quickly As I play my last card Acquiring my footing With but a yell I turn, Wavering, my equilibrium A sweep at my shins, the icy burn Falling back, the cloudy star filledsky At this rate I’ll never win A frozen hand holds me up Nothing to feel at my back And then there’s the look in hereye, Just daring me to crack “Time’s up.” Shecalls, Her grip, loose and slipping Looking down The wayward street Ever presently, ripping… Itself, torn asunder By the people far below “Time to raise the stakes, kid… Let’s see just how far you’llhave flown…” “What?!” I gasp… As gravity starts to pull “CRAAAAAPPPP!!!” She actually did it… She really let me go… Twenty stories I have to fall Time enough for a plan? Highly doubtful, But if I don’t… thealternative… I’ll splat like a can… Introductions probably needed Before we get into the fun Magic, intrigue, and death cheated I suggest you buckle up, My name is Nathan Masterson Trial2: The fall Faster, faster, gaining speed Quickly, I must think This time she’s gone too far Miles beyond the brink Cold as death, her icy tone, Unusually calm tonight As an eye, the whirling storm I should’ve anticipated I should’ve seen Her fangs, the frosty bite Her specialty, always, tough love A riddle to even claim Yet I know well I know better The criminal behind the name The tales eb The tales flow Through ages warped & lost Yet ever one constant, ever the name: History’s worst –Jacqueline Frost Since the first, The very first moment Words, ever I could speak One taboo, “Never ask, The crime for which they seek. Do not ask what, Do not ask why, Do not ask how…” For this… “That is the past, this is thepresent It is the here and the now, everbliss.” Thinking back, So many questions Unanswered, even then The biggest one: my life’s story My family, they and them I have nothing, Nothing at all… Not even a name… Nor anyone even to blame... Only told the one thing My eyes bear no shame My eyes, called a treasure, thus A magic valued by all Even by fae with frozen might The strongest resonant of power No record of the trait, even to thisnight Who am I? Who were they? Such, that simply My eyes are not valued, but feared Those who see me, Ever present The memory in their mind, seared It matters not, The positive: the keenness of my sight Outweighed by the cursedness Ever to hide this alleged gift - Myplight The mana courses through my retina Whirling in my head The source My magical energy Sight beyond 20/20, Able to even anticipate the dead Speaking of which, I’m still falling, closer to theground Before I can think of landing I suddenly see the sound “Stop!” The man calls,chasing another One who looks a lot like me He could even be my brother... The chased one gives a glance back As the pursuer drops to the ground There he falls, dead It doesn’t stop the sounds Screaming pedestrians in a panickeddaze Slow is time, compressed Now it's a race Abrupt – I need to give my best It’s no accident, this man'sdeath As he crumbles to the sidewalk stone Falling into the street As a car crushes his bones Something else, a sight so chilling Known by me alone “What was that?” That dark flame? A death curse for certain to blame… Even more, the man behind it, Who could even be that insane? A curse affects both victim &caster One of that caliber... Would be agonizing seconds after Not to mention his face It was extremely out of place The face... It was mine... Now I can't think straight And this chill I've got running down myspine? Bloodlust
