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My name is Gwen Frost, and I go to Mythos Academy -- a school of myths, magic and warrior whiz kids, where even the lowliest geek knows how to chop off. Touch of Frost book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. Touch of Frost description: My name is Gwen Frost, and I go to Mythos Academy — a school of myths, magic and warrior whiz kids, where even the lowliest geek.


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Editorial Reviews. From School Library Journal. Gr 9 Up-Three months after her mother was killed by a drunk driver, year-old Gwen Frost begins attending. kaz-news.info: Touch of Frost (The Mythos Academy) (): Jennifer Estep: Books. Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Jennifer Estep is a New York Times, USA Today, and Touch of Frost (Mythos Academy Book 1) · Jennifer Estep · out of.

Mostly, I read these stories for class assignments, but I enjoyed them all the same. Well, most of them, anyway. Some are better than others. But it always amazed me just how many different stories and different versions of those stories were out there.

I read more stories and watched more movies and more TV shows. Many years later, I watched my first episode of Xena: Warrior Princess. I was immediately hooked.

Here were fun and admittedly campy stories about gods, goddesses, and the ultimate kick-ass warrior chick who could hold her own against all of them. How cool was that? And then came the movie , which was just a loud, brash, bloody, violent, visual spectacle. I enjoyed the entertaining story about warriors bravely battling on even in the face of impossible odds.

Somewhere along the way, in the back of my mind, I thought that it would be cool to someday write my own mythology-based story and put my own spin on things with my own characters, magic, and more. I had been thinking about writing a young adult book for a while, but I was struggling to come up with a concept. What if there was an evil god who was trying to take over the world? What if my heroine was the key to stopping this evil god? What if she was stronger and more of a warrior than she ever thought she could be?

The idea just snowballed from there until it finally became Touch of Frost and the basis for the Mythos Academy series — magic, myth, and monsters.

Mythos Academy Series

Happy reading! After a serious freak-out with her magic, Gwen finds herself shipped off to Mythos Academy, a school for the descendents of ancient warriors like Spartans, Valkyries, and more.

The academy is located in the fictional suburb of Cypress Mountain, North Carolina, and the kids there are training how to use their magic and various skills to fight Reapers of Chaos. Answer: There will be a total of six books in the series. The six books in the series will let me finish out the big story arc about how Gwen and her friends stop Loki and his Reapers. Answer: As the name suggests, the Mythos Academy series is all about mythology.

The books are urban fantasies so they still have that dark, gritty, urban fantasy edge to them. Question: What are young adult books anyway? Answer: They are simply books for young adults, around ages 13 and up the age range depends on who you talk to. Question: Why did you decide to write a young adult series? First and foremost, I thought it would be fun — and it certainly has been so far.

Also, the young adult genre is one area that had really taken off in popularity in recent years, thanks to the Harry Potter and all the other great books out there. Plus, I know that my Elemental Assassin urban fantasy books are pretty dark and gritty and that not everyone likes to read that level of sex and violence.

Note: The Elemental Assassin and Bigtime series are intended for adults only. You should be be 18 years old or older to read the books or the excerpts that are posted on my website.

Question: Is the Mythos Academy series just for teen readers? Answer: Not at all. Adults can read the books too. In fact, the Mythos Academy books have a lot in common with my Elemental Assassin urban fantasy series. The only real difference is that the sex and violence levels have been toned down in the Mythos Academy series, although the books are still fairly gritty for the young adult genre.

So if you like my Elemental Assassin series, you might like the Mythos Academy books too.

Savannah Warren: Savannah is an site who is dating Logan. Talia has gym class with Gwen, and the two of them often spar during the mock fights. Who's Who— The Faculty Coach Ajax: Ajax is the head of the athletic department at the academy and is responsible for training all the kids at Mythos and turning them into fighters.

Grandma Frost makes her living as a fortuneteller in a town not too far away from Cypress Mountain. A couple of times a week, Gwen sneaks off the Mythos Academy campus to go see her Grandma Frost and enjoy the sweet treats that Grandma Frost is always baking. Gwen misses her mom like crazy. Nickamedes: Nickamedes is the head librarian at the Library of Antiquities. In fact, he seems to go out of his way to make more work for her, whenever Gwen is working after school in the library.

The Powers That Were: A board made up of various members of the Pantheon who oversees all aspects of Mythos Academy, from approving the dining hall menus to disciplining students.

There are Thirteen Artifacts that are rumored to be the most powerful, although people disagree about which artifacts they are and how they were used during the Chaos War. The members of the Pantheon protect the various artifacts from the Reapers, who want to use the artifacts and their power to free Loki from his prison. Many of the artifacts are housed in the Library of Antiquities.

Black rocs: These creatures look like ravens — only much, much bigger. They have shiny black feathers shot through with glossy streaks of red, long, sharp, curved talons, and black eyes with a red spark burning deep down inside them. Rocs are capable of picking up people and carrying them off — before they rip them to shreds.

Champions: Every god and goddess has a Champion, someone that they choose to work on their behalf in the mortal realm. Champions have various powers and weapons, and can be good or bad, depending on the god they serve. The Chaos War: Long ago, Loki and his followers tried to enslave everyone and everything, and the whole world was plunged into the Chaos War. It was a dark, bloody time that almost resulted in the end of the world.

The Reapers want to free Loki, so the god can lead them in another Chaos War. You can see why that would be a Bad, Bad Thing.

Fenrir wolves: These creatures look like wolves — only much, much bigger. They have ash gray fur, razor-sharp claws, and burning red eyes.

Think of Fenrir wolves as puppy-dog assassins.

Once upon a time, Loki caused the death of another god and was imprisoned for it. But Loki eventually escaped from his prison and started recruiting other gods, goddesses, humans, and creatures to join forces with him.

He called his followers the Reapers of Chaos, and they tried to take over the world. However, Loki and his followers were eventually defeated, and Loki was imprisoned for a second time. To this day, Loki seeks to escape from his prison and plunge the world into a second Chaos War. Mythos Academy: The academy is located in Cypress Mountain, North Carolina, which is a ritzy suburb high in the mountains above the city of Asheville.

The kids at Mythos range in age from first-year students age sixteen to sixth-year students age twenty-one. The kids go to Mythos to learn how to use whatever magic and skills they possess to fight against Loki and his Reapers.

Nemean prowlers: These creatures look like panthers — only much, much bigger. It fell down there when you grabbed the bracelet and stuffed in into your purse. You want him for yourself. Her fingers curled around the silver faucets, which were shaped like Hydra heads, before sliding down to the basin. Her French-manicured nails scraped across the white marble, and pale pink sparks of magic shot out of her fingertips. Daphne might only be seventeen like me, but Valkyries were incredibly strong.

I knew that if she wanted to, Daphne Cruz could rip that sink out of the wall easier than the Hulk could. Maybe I should have been scared of the Valkyrie, of the weird princess pink sparks, and especially of her strength and what she could do to me with it. Everything else dulled in comparison to that. I shrugged. And as soon as I found this charm, I knew that you were the one who took the bracelet.

Instead, the Valkyrie kept staring at me with her black eyes. After about thirty seconds of silence, she came to some sort of decision. Daphne straightened, reached into her bag once more, and drew out her wallet. It matched her designer purse.

A hundred dollars? She was trying to download me off. Like everyone else at Mythos Academy, Daphne Cruz could afford the very best of everything. A few hundred dollars was nothing to her. It was clothes and comic books and a cell phone and a dozen other things that girls like Daphne never had to worry about. However much you want. Once I give my word to somebody, I keep it. And I told Carson that I would find the charm bracelet for him. Maybe it was stupid of me, not taking her up on the cash that she was so willing to give me.

My mom, Grace, had been a Gypsy, just like me. With a gift, just like me. For a moment, my heart ached with guilt and longing. My mom was gone, and I missed her so much.

Touch of Frost

I shook my head, more to push the pain aside than anything else. That I took the bracelet? And why? Right now. Daphne stared at the rose charm glinting inside. She bit her pink lip, smearing her gloss on her teeth, and looked away. As soon as my fingers had brushed the silver rose, an image of the blond Valkyrie had popped into my head.

The warm, soft, fizzy crush that Daphne had on Carson herself, despite the fact that he was a total band geek and she was part of the popular crowd. The less people knew about my gift and the things I saw and felt, the better.

Daphne yanked the bracelet out of her bag. Carson Callahan might be a band geek, but he had money, too, which was why the bracelet was a heavy, expensive thing loaded down with a dozen charms that jingled together.

Touch of Frost

I held out the bag again, and Daphne dropped the bracelet inside. I closed the top and tied off the plastic, careful not to touch the jewelry itself. The first one had almost made me feel sorry for her. But any sympathy I might have had for Daphne vanished when the Valkyrie gave me the cold, haughty stare that so many mean girls before her had perfected.

Understand me?

Your lip gloss is smeared. Chapter Two I stepped out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Somewhere deeper in the building, a bell chimed, warning me that I had five minutes to get to my next class, so I fell in with the flow of students walking toward the west wing of the English-history building.

From the outside, Mythos Academy looked like an elite Ivy League prep school, even though it was located in Cypress Mountain, just outside of Asheville, up in the high country of western North Carolina. Everything about the academy whispered of money, power, and snobbery, from the ivy-covered stone buildings to the perfectly manicured grassy quads to the dining hall that was more like a five-star restaurant than a school cafeteria.

Yeah, from the outside, the academy looked exactly like the kind of place rich people would send their spoiled trust fund babies to in preparation for them going on to Yale, Harvard, Duke, or some other acceptably expensive college. Inside, though, it was a different story. At first glance, everything looked normal, if a bit stuffy and totally old-fashioned. You know, suits of polished armor lining the halls, each one clutching a sharp, pointed weapon.

Stone carvings and expensive oil paintings of mythological battles covering the walls. White marble statues of gods and goddesses standing in the corners, their faces turned toward each other and hands held up over their mouths, as if they were gossiping about everyone who passed by their perches.

And then, there were the students. Ages sixteen to twenty-one, first-year students all the way up to sixth-years, all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities, with books and bags in one hand and their cell phones in the other, texting, talking, and walking all at the same time.

Each one wearing the most expensive clothes their parents could afford, including Prada, Gucci, and, of course, Jimmy Choos. Strange things. Like the fact that so many of the students carried weapons.

Swords, bows, and staffs mostly, all stuffed into what looked like fancy leather tennis bags. The weapons were just accessories at Mythos. Status symbols of who you were, what you could do, and how much money your parents had. Just like the colorful sparks and flashes of magic that crackled in the air like static electricity. It was like going to school in an episode of Xena: Warrior Princess. Real, live mythological warriors.

Or at least the great-great-whatever descendants of them. The girls were sites and Valkyries, for the most part, while the boys tended to be Romans or Vikings. Each one with their own special abilities and magic, and the egos to match. As a general rule, though, everyone was rich, beautiful, and dangerous. Everyone except for me. Nobody looked at me and nobody spoke to me as I trudged toward my sixth-period myth-history class.

It was late October now, almost two months into the fall term, and I had yet to make a friend. Carson Callahan turned around in his seat, which was in front of mine. Carson was a tall guy, six feet even with a bony, lanky frame. He always reminded me of a triangle, because he was all sharp angles, from his ankles to his knees to his elbows.

Even his nose was straight and pointed. His hair and skin were a dusky brown, and the square frames of his black glasses made his eyes look like malted milk balls set into his face.

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I could see why Daphne liked him, though. Carson was sweet and cute, in that shy, quiet way that geeks so often are. Carson was a Celt and supposedly had some sort of magical talent for music, like a warrior bard or something. For the most part, I tried not to notice such things. I took the money and slid it into my jeans pocket.Meaning : this book still has the fun adventures, but you're less likely to want to slap the hell out of each and every character.

As soon as my fingers had brushed the silver rose, an image of the blond Valkyrie had popped into my head. Details if other: Sometimes, it seems like they are years in the making. I took the money and slid it into my jeans pocket. Random side note : the signing of the mattresses thing Einziger Knackpunkt: Ages sixteen to twenty-one, first-year students all the way up to sixth-years, all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities, with books and bags in one hand and their cell phones in the other, texting, talking, and walking all at the same time.

Other editions. But Morgan and I grew up together