Review: Midnight Frost by Jennifer Estep

Midnight Frost
(Mythos Academy 5)
Author: Jennifer Estep
Publisher: Kensington, 2013
Genre: YA Mythology
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Overview

Here we go again …

Just when it seems life at Mythos Academy can’t get any more dangerous, the Reapers of Chaos manage to prove me wrong. It was just a typical night at the Library of Antiquities — until a Reaper tried to poison me. The good news is I’m still alive and kicking. The bad news is the Reaper poisoned someone else instead.

As Nike’s Champion, everyone expects me to lead the charge against the Reapers, even though I’m still hurting over what happened with Spartan warrior Logan Quinn. I’ve got to get my hands on the antidote fast — otherwise, an innocent person will die. But the only known cure is hidden in some creepy ruins — and the Reapers are sure to be waiting for me there …

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Lexi has a secret…

Ever since her mom found out she was in love with a girl, seventeen-year-old Lexi’s afraid that what’s left of her family is going to fall apart for good.

You are on the road to truth. Help is on the way.

   

The road signs leading to New Horizons summer camp promise a new life for Lexi—she swears she can change. She can learn to like boys. But denying her feelings is harder than she thinks. And when she falls heads over heels for one of her fellow campers, Lexi will have to risk her mother’s approval for the one person who might love her no matter what.

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Midnight Frost
by Jennifer Estep

~Spartan Girl~

 

Twang!

 

Even as I started to move, I knew I couldn’t duck out of the way in time to keep the arrow from hitting me—

 

Something moved off to my right, a shadow flitted in front of my eyes, and I heard the distinct sound of wood hitting flesh. I blinked.

 

Smack!

 

The arrow had stopped a foot from my face.

 

Eyes wide, my head snapped to the side, and I realized that the angry girl from the train station was there—and that she was holding the arrow in her hand like it was a football she’d just plucked out of midair.

 

“You’re welcome,” she said in a snide voice.

 

Then, she tossed the arrow up in the air, grabbed it by the end, and threw it at the Reaper with the crossbow.

 

The arrow sunk into his throat.