Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Oh god. Okay. Okay. Now I’m really tripping.
And the flowers that the reindeer are eating, they look exactly like the frost flowers in my tea.
I glance at Rasmus, my eyes narrowed.
You fucking drugged me, I think venomously.
He glances at me and gives me a look like, no I didn’t.
I stare at him for a moment, wondering how he knew what I was thinking.
Okay, fine. What number am I thinking of? I ask in my head, knowing he can’t actually read my mind. For me, it’s thirty-seven, my lucky number.
He smirks at me. Then moves his hand. I glance down to see him show me three fingers, then seven.
Lucky guess. It has to be a lucky guess.
“Hmmm, unfortunately I don’t think we have anything much more to look at for a bit,” Lovia says, oblivious to the weird mental games we’re playing. “The Frozen Void is pretty much as the name says, though I briefly lived with my mother in an ice castle nearby, back when my parents first separated. But that would be a few days walk and I have to get you to the City on time. Why don’t you two just sit back and relax?”
Relax? Oh, there’s no relaxing to be had here. Instead I keep playing the numbers game in my head with Rasmus, asking him again and again to keep guessing what numbers I’m thinking of.
And again and again, he keeps getting them right.
I keep making excuses as I go, but by the time he’s gotten twenty-five right in a row, I have to give up.
I concede.
Rasmus can apparently read my mind.
I take that fact and put it in the mental file folder that contains the information that my father was a shaman, that I saw my father in the casket who then transformed into Rasmus, that Noora and Eero tried to attack me, that my father painted a frozen waterfall with a message to not come after him, that I ended up going behind that waterfall and ended up in a tunnel that led to a land of mist, that I’ve seen my share of living dead animals, that there’s a young deer woman with a giant sword at her hip and dressed in nothing but a gold dress wielding this iron boat down an ink black river who is pointing out the local wildlife like she’s Steve Irwin’s apprentice.
And that the point of all of this, is that we’re supposed to go to the City of Death and find my father.
I’m starting to get the very disturbing feeling that this might be fucking real.
Suddenly the boat slows and I look behind me to see Lovia holding her oar straight in the water, bringing us to a stop.
“Don’t worry,” she says, catching my gaze. “Routine stop. It’s just the gatekeepers. The swans of Tuonela. We have to pass through them and then we’re onto the Great Inland Sea.”
“Oh fuck,” Rasmus mutters under his breath.
My eyes go wide. Oh fuck? Rasmus is saying oh fuck?
Lovia walks along the deck past us to the bow. “Well hello there,” she says to someone, her attention focused on the river. “I haven’t seen you in a long time. Checking up on me?” There’s a bitter tone to her voice.
Rasmus! I yell at him in my head. Why did you say oh fuck? What are the gatekeepers? Are they actually swans?
Suddenly there’s a flapping sound and even Lovia shrieks as two swans fly onto the boat, one black, one white, coming up each side of the ship.
They aren’t your average swans, I know that much. They’re about the size of a small pony and they’re focused on the two of us with beady dark eyes. I immediately know they’re sentient and it’s the most disconcerting feeling in the world.
“What do they want?” Rasmus asks Lovia as the swans start walking toward us, their webbed feet shaking the deck as they come. Despite playing the lead in Swan Lake, I’ve had a healthy fear of these birds all my life. They’re nasty, and these ones have beaks that could bite my hand clean off.
“They’re just checking to see if you’re really dead,” Lovia says in an irritated voice. “They’ve been around since the Old Gods, back when this place was Kaaos. Or in your words, Hell.”
The white swan stops right in front of me, while the black swan stops in front of Rasmus. They both stare at us, and when I mean stare at us, I mean I can feel them poking around inside my head, inside my very soul.
Suddenly the white one opens its mouth at me, showcasing a long skinny tongue and a row of razor-sharp shark’s teeth and starts screaming like a fucking banshee, this awful voice that’s both human and not.
“No!” Lovia yells above the swan’s scream. “No, they’re dead! They wouldn’t lie to me!”