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For many leagues he trailed it, coming never within bowshot of the beast; and at length he came to a great mound on the plain, that seemed to mark the position of a buried hill.

And Iluac thought that the fox entered a cavern in the mound; so, with lifted bow and a poised arrow at the string, he went after it into the cavern.

The place was like a chamber of boreal kings or gods. All about him, in a dim green light, were huge, glimmering pillars; and giant icicles hung from the roof in the forrn of stalactites.

The floor sloped downward; and Iluac came to the cave's end without finding any trace of the fox. But in the transparent depth of the further wall, at the bottom, he saw the standing shapes of many men, deep-frozen and sealed up as in a tomb, with undecaying bodies and fair, unshrunken features.

The men were armed with tall spears, and most of them wore the panoply of soldiers. But among them, in the van, there stood a haughty figure attired in the sea-blue robes of a king; and beside him was a bowed ancient who wore the night-black garb of a sorcerer.

The robes of the regal figure were heavily sewn with gems that burned like colored stars through the ice; and great rubies red as gouts of newly congealing blood were arranged in the lines of a triangle on the bosom, forming the royal sign of the kings of Iqqua.

So Iluac knew, by these tokens, that he had found the tomb of Haalor and OmmumVog and the soldiers with whom they had gone up against the ice in former days.

Overawed by the strangeness of it all, and remembering now the old legends, Iluac lost his courage for the first time, and quitted the chamber without delay.

Nowhere could he find the black fox; and abandoning the chase, he returned southward, reaching the lands below the glacier without mishap.

But he swore later that the ice had changed in a weird maoner while he was following the fox, so that he was unsure of his direction for a while after leaving the cavern.

There were steep ridges and hummocks where none had been before, making his return a toilsome journey; and the glaciation seemed to extend itself for many miles beyond its former limits.

And because of these things, which he could not explain or understand, a curious eery fear was born in the heart of Iluac. Never again did he go back upon the glacier; but he told his brother Quanga of that which he had found, and described the location of the cavern-chamber in which King Haalor and Ommum-Vog and their men-at-arms were entombed.

And soon after this, Iluac was killed by a white bear on which he had used all his arrows in vain. Quanga was no less brave than Iluac; and he did not fear the glacier, since he had been upon it many times and had noticed nothing untoward.

His was a heart that lusted after gain, and often he thought of the rubies of Haalor, locked with the king in eternal ice; and it seemed to him that a bold man might recover the rubies.

So, one summer, while trading in Iqqua with his furs, he went to the jewelers Bibur Tsanth and Hoom Feethos, taking with him a few garnets that he had found in a northern valley.

While the jewelers were appraising the garnets, he spoke idly of the rubies of Haalor, and inquired craftily as to their value.

Then, hearing the great worth of the gems, aod noting the greedy interest that was shown by Hoom Feethos and Eibur Tsanth, he told them the tale he had heard from his brother Iluac, and offered, if they would promise him half the value of the rubies, to guide them to the hidden cave.

The jewelers agreed to this proposition, in spite of the hardships of the proposed journey, and the difficulty they might afterward encounter in disposing surreptitiously of gems that belonged to the royal family of Iqqua and would be claimed by the present king, Ralour, if their discovery were learned.

The fabulous worth of the rubies had fired their avarice. Quanga, on his part, desired the complicity and connivance of the dealers, knowing that it would be hard for him to sell the jewels otherwise.

He did not trust Hoom Feethos and Eibur Tsanth, and it was for this reason that he required them to go with him to the cavern and pay over to him the agreed sum of money as soon as they were in possession of the treasure.

The strange trio had set forth in mid-summer. Now, after two weeks of journeying through a wild, sub-arctic region, they were approaching the confines of the eternal ice.

They travelled on foot, and their supplies were carried by three horses little larger than musk-oxen. Quanga, an unerring marksman, hunted for their daily food the hares and waterfowl of the country.

Behind thern, in a cloudless turquoise heaven, there burned the low sun that was said to have described a loftier ecliptic in former ages.

Drifts of unmelting snow were heaped in the shadows of the higher hills; and in steep valleys they came upon the vanward glaciers of the ice-sheet.

The trees and shrubs were already sparse and stunted, in a land where rich forests had flourished in olden time beneath a milder climate.

But poppies flamed in the meadows and along the slopes, spreading their frail beauty like a scarlet rug before the feet of perennial winter; and the quiet pools and stagnant-flowing streams were lined with white water-lilies.

A little to the east, they saw the fuming of volcanic peaks that still resisted the inroads of the glaciers.

On the west were high, gaunt mountains whose sheer cliffs and pinnacles were topped with snow, and around those nether slopes the ice had climbed like an inundating sea.

Before them was the looming, crenelated wall oE the realm-wide glaciation, moving equally on plain and hill, uprooting the trees, and pressing the soil forward in vast folds and ridges.

Its progress had been stayed a little by the northern summer. Quanga and the jewelers, as they went on, came to turbid rills, made by a temporary melting, that issued from beneath the glittering blue-green ramparts.

They left their pack-horses in a grassy valley, tethered by long cords of elf-thong to the dwarfish willows. Then, carrying such provisions and other equipment as they might require for a two days' journey, they climbed the ice-slope at a point selected by Quanga as being most readily accessible, and started in the direction of the cave that had been found by Iluac.

Quanga took his bearings from the position of the volcanic mountains, and also from two isolated peaks that rose on the sheeted plain to the north like the breasts of a giantess beneath her shining armor.

The three were well equipped for all the exigencies of their search. Quanga carried a curious pick-ax of finely tempered bronze, to be used in disentombing the body of King Haalor; and he was armed with a short, leaf-shaped sword, in addition to his bow and quiver of arrows.

His garments were made from the fur of a giant bear, brown-black in color. Hoom Feethos and Eibur Tsanth, in raiment heavily quilted with eider-down against the cold, followed him complainingly but with avaricious eagerness.

They had not enjoyed the long marches through a desolate, bleakening land, nor the rough fare and exposure to the northern elements. Moreover, they had taken a dislike to Quanga, whom they considered rude and overbearing.

Their grievances were aggravated by the fact that he was now compelling them to carry most of the supplies in addition to the two heavy bags.

Nothing less valuable than the rubies of Haalor would have induced them to come so far, or to set foot on the formidable wastes of the ice-sheet.

The scene before them was like some frozen world of the outer void. Vast, unbroken, save for a few scattered mounds and ridges, the plain extended to the white horizon and its armored peaks.

Nothing seemed to live or move on the awful, glistening vistas, whose nearer levels were swept clean of snow. The sun appeared to grow pale and chill, and to recede behind the adventurers; and a wind blew upon them from the ice, like a breath from abysses beyond the pole.

Apart from the boreal desolation and drearness, however, there was nothing to dismay Quanga or his companions. None of them was superstitious, and they deemed that the old tales were idle myths, were no more than fear-born delusions.

Quanga smiled commiseratively at the thought of his brother Iluac, who had been so oddly frightened and had fancied such extraordinary things after the finding of Haalor.

It was a singular weakness in Iluac, the rash and almost foolhardy hunter who had feared neither man nor beast.

As to the trapping of Haalor and Ommum-Vog and their army in the glacier, it was plain that they had allowed themselves to be overtaken by the winter storms; and the few survivors, mentally unhinged by their hardships, had told a wild story.

Ice — even though it had conquered half of a continent — was merely ice, and its workings conformed invariably to certain natural laws. Iluac had said that the ice-sheet was a great demon, cruel, greedy, and loth to give up that which it had taken.

But such beliefs were crude and primitive superstitions, not to be entertained by enlightened minds of the Pieistocene age. They had climbed the rampart at an early hour of morning.

Quanga assured the jewelers that they would reach the cavern by noon at the latest, even if there should be a certain amount of difficulty and delay in locating it.

The plain before them was remarkably free of crevasses, and there was little to obstruct their advance.

Steering their way with the two breast-shaped mountains for landmarks before them, they come after three hours to a hill-like elevation that corresponded to the mound of Iluac's story.

With little trouble, they found the opening of the deep chamber. It seemed that the place had changed little if at all since the visit of Iluac, for the interior, with its columns and pendant icicles, conformed closely to his description.

The entrance was like a fanged maw. Within, the floor sloped downward at a slippery angle for more than a hundred feet. The chamber swam with a cold and glaucous translucency that filtered through the dome-like roof.

At the lower end, in the striated wall, Quanga and the jewelers saw the embedded shapes of a number of men, among which they distinguished easily the tall, blue-clad corpse of King Haalor and the dark, bowed mummy of Ommum-Vog.

Behind these, the shapes of others, lifting their serried spears eternally, and receding downward in stiff ranks through unfathomable depths, were faintly discernible.

Haalor stood regal and erect, with wide-open eyes that stared haughtily as in life. Upon his bosom the triangle of hot and blood-bright rubies smouldered unquenchably in the glacial gloom; and the colder eyes of topazes, of beryls, of diamonds, of chrysolites, gleamed and twinkled from his azure raiment.

It seemed that the fabulous gems were separated by no more than a foot or two of ice from the greedy fingers of the hunter and his companions.

Without speaking, they stared raptly at the far-sought treasure. Apart from the great rubies, the jewelers were also estimating the value of the other gems worn by Haalor.

These alone, they thought complacently, would have made it worth while to endure the fatigue of the journey and the insolence of Quanga.

The hunter, on his part, was wishing that he had driven an even steeper bargain. The two bags of gold, however, would make him a wealthy man.

He could drink to his full content the costly wines, redder than the rubies, that came from far Uzuldaroum in the south. The tawny, slant-eyed girls of Iqqua would dance at his bidding; and he could gamble for high stakes.

All three were unmindful of the eeriness of their situation, alone in that boreal solitude with the frozen dead; and they were oblivious likewise to the ghoulish nature of the robbery they were about to commit.

Without waiting to be urged by his companions, Quanga raised the keen and highly tempered pick of bronze, and began to assail the translucent wall with mighty blows.

The ice rang shrilly beneath the pick, and dropped away in crystal splinters and diamond lumps. In a few minutes, he had made a large cavity; and only a thin shell, cracked and shattering, remained before the body of Haalor.

This shell Quanga proceeded to pry off with great care; and soon the triangle of monstrous rubies, more or less encrusted still with clinging ice, lay bare to his fingers.

While the proud, bleak eyes of Haalor stared immovably upon him from behind their glassy mask, the hunter dropped the pick, and drawing his sharp, leaf-shaped sword from its scabbard, he began to sever the fine silver wires by which the rubies were attached cunningly to the king's raiment.

In his haste he ripped away portions of the sea-blue fabric, baring the frozen and dead-white flesh beneath. One by one, as he removed the rubies, he gave them to Hoom Feethos, standing close behind him; and the dealer, bright-eyed with avarice, drooling a little with ecstasy, stored them carefully in a huge pouch of mottled lizard-skin that he had brought along for the purpose.

The last ruby had been secured, and Quanga was about to turn his attention to the lesser jewels that adorned the king's garments in curious patterns and signs of astrological or hieratic significance.

Then, amid their preoccupation, he and Hoom Feethos were startled by a loud and splintering crash that ended with myriad tinklings as of broken glass.

Turning, they saw that a huge icicle had fallen from the cavern-dome; and its point, as if aimed unerringly, had cloven the skull of Eibur Tsanth, who lay amid the debris of shattered ice with the sharp end of the fragment deeply embedded in his oozing brain.

He had died, instantly, without knowledge of his doom. The accident, it seemed, was a perfectly natural one, such as might occur in summer from a slight melting of the immense pendant; but, amid their consternation, Quanga and Hoom Feethos were compelled to take note of certain circumstances that were far from normal or explicable.

During the removal of the rubies, on which their attention had been centered so exclusively, the chamber had narrowed to half of its former width, and had also closed down from above, till the hanging icicles were almost upon them, like the champing teeth of some tremendous mouth.

The place had darkened, and the light was such as might filter into arctic seas beneath heavy floes.

The incline of the cave had grown steeper, as if it were pitching into bottomless depths. Far up -- incredibly far — the two men beheld the tiny entrance, which seemed no bigger than the mouth of a fox's hole.

For an instant, they were stupefied. The changes of the cavern could admit of no natural explanation; and the Hyperboreans felt the clammy surge of all the superstitious terrors that they had formerly disclaimed.

No longer could they deny the conscious, animate malevolence, the diabolic powers of bale imputed to the ice in old legends.

Realizing their peril, and spurred by a wild panic, they started to climb the incline. Hoom Feethos retained the bulging pouch of rubies, as well as the heavy bag of gold coins that hung from his girdle; and Quanga had enough presence of mind to keep his sword and pick-ax.

In their terror-driven haste, however, both forgot the second bag of gold, which lay beside Eibur Tsanth, under the debris of the shattered pendant.

The supernatural narrowing of the cave, the dreadful and sinister closing-down of its roof, had apparently ceased.

At any rate, the Hyperboreans could detect no visible continuation of the process as they climbed frantically and precariously toward the opening.

They were forced to stoop in many places to avoid the mighty fangs that threatened to descend upon them; and even with the rough tigerskin buskins that they wore, it was hard to keep their footing on the terrible slope.

Sometimes they pulled themselves up by means of the slippery, pillar-like formations; and often Quanga, who led the way, was compelled to hew hasty steps in the incline with his pick.

Hoom Feethos was too terrified for even the most rudimentary reflection. But Quanga, as he climbed, was considering the monstrous alterations of the cave, which he could not aline with his wide and various experience of the phenomena of nature.

He tried to convince himself that he had made a singular error in estimating the chamber's dimensions and the inclination of its fioor.

The effort was useless: he still found himself confronted by a thing that outraged his reason; a thing that distorted the known face of the world with unearthly, hideous madness, and mingled a malign chaos with its ordered workings.

After an ascent that was frightfully prolonged, like the effort to escape from some delirious, tedious nightmare predicament, they neared the cavern-mouth.

There was barely room now for a man to creep on his belly beneath the sharp and ponderous teeth. Quanga, feeling that the fangs might close upon him like those of some great monster, hurled himself forward and started to wriggle through the opening with a most unheroic celerity.

Something held him back, and he thought, for one moment of stark horror, that his worst apprehensions were being realized.

Then he found that his bow and quiver of arrows, which he had forgotten to remove from his shoulders, were caught against the pendant ice.

While Hoom Feethos gibbered in a frenzy of fear and impatience, he crawled back and relieved himself of the impeding weapons, which he thrust before him together with his pick in a second and more successful attempt to pass through the strait opening.

Rising to his feet on the open glacier, he heard a wild cry from Hoom Feethos, who, trying to follow Quanga, had become tightly wedged in the entrance through his greater girth.

His right hand, clutching the pouch of rubies, was thrust forward beyond the threshold of the cave. View all 8 comments. This is just as good the 2nd time around.

I'm bumping up to a 5 star, though, due to my affection for the characters. This is a novella that takes place after the events in "The Dark Victorian: Bones" and, per usual, Watasin manages to pack a lot into a short narrative.

I stand by that this isn't really a standalone It's a self-contained story but people would get a lot more out of it with a lot less confusion if they read the other two "Dark Victorian" books first.

All are worth the read. There's a splash of romance displayed in her intimate moments with her love interests and there's a smattering of humor and horror, as well.

Always fun to read. This is another great book in the Dark Victorian series. How this author can hold so much in her imagination is beyond me and I'm glad she's able to put it to paper for us all to enjoy.

In this story, we see Art, Jim and Delphia take on a new paranormal creature that's wreaking havoc on London. I was delighted to see that Helia and Helene Skycourt make a strong appearance in this story and we see a little more development in Art's relationship with them.

I would definitely recommend reading the first two books in the series before this one so you understand the history behind the characters.

This is a self-contained little book but a reader picking this up without reading the other ones might scratch their heads in a few places, not knowing what is being referred to.

This is a wonderful extension of the series. An excellent read. View all 3 comments. This is part of the world of The Dark Victorian series.

With the exception of the 'twist' in the end almost the whole story is in the book summary. I keep waiting something extraordinary to happen in this world not just in this story.

After all, it has an excellent idea. An artificial ghost and her skull partner working as 'secret' agents against supernatural threats sounds great, doesn't it?

Well, somehow it manages to be very boring at times. Still, I am an optimist as far as this series This is part of the world of The Dark Victorian series.

Still, I am an optimist as far as this series go, so I won't give up. Mar 13, Corrie rated it it was amazing Shelves: favorites , favorite-series , ff , polyamory , historical , victorian , no-sex , ghosts , magic , the-dark-arts.

March 11 I actually had to turn up the heat a notch whilst reading this icey novella, that is how convincing Elizabeth Watasin describes the arctic circumstances our agents have to operate in.

An ice demon hitches a ride on a ship and comes to London. Oh my! I loved the fair on the frozen Thames river and Art getting drunk for the first time in her life courtesy of a naughty Helene Skycourt.

I love this series! Eventhough it's May, it felt like I had the snow drifts forming in my living room.

I tell you, read this in summer and you need no airco! The gifted illustrator for the Strand and her Tourets are just a hoot!

Do yourself a favor and buy the whole Dark Victorian series today. View 2 comments. In the latest Dark Victorian tale, author Elizabeth Watasin gives readers a novella about an ice demon.

The book starts off with a literal bang, as a ship crashes into a London pier Art and Jim Dastard, the heroes of the series are soon called upon to investigate the happenings.

I am a huge fan of this series; Art, the artificial ghost of a London Quaker woman, is intelligent and enterta In the latest Dark Victorian tale, author Elizabeth Watasin gives readers a novella about an ice demon.

I am a huge fan of this series; Art, the artificial ghost of a London Quaker woman, is intelligent and entertaining. Her "sidekick," the wisecracking skull Jim Dastard, is one of my favorite characters in all of literature.

He's got constant and unusual insight into every situation. I was delighted by every bit of this tale. I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review and it is easily 4 stars from me.

I enjoyed the dark mysterious Victorian tale, the vivid descriptions and how the plot moved through the book. I would definitely recommend this read to anyone who likes books of this nature.

This is the first book I have read by this author and I hope to be able to read other books by them in the future.

The beginning caught my interest and imagination right away. It starts out as a mystery. Why is everyone dead on the ship Terror?

It seems its captain was alive but disappeared in front of his wife standing on the dock waiting for him. The initial investigation leaves the reader really curious and it kept me reading.

The characters, a ghost who can take form, a skull who smo 3. The characters, a ghost who can take form, a skull who smokes, and the other offbeat characters- like the twins --added quite a bit to the dark ambience.

The problem is that halfway through, the story got boring. Also the end was left kind of hanging. For me anyway.

One reason I got this book was because of the hint of a lesbian relationship. I think it would have added a lot more to my enjoyment.

That said, I will definitely read more. Jan 30, Vanessa V. Art and Jim Dastard are back in the always so dark and delicious Dark Victorian universe!

And this time, they're faced with a murder mystery that's as icy as the ice demon. If one isn't familiar with Elizabeth Watasin, you'll see how this short and sweet but oh so exciting and fast-paced novella will showcase her many talents, one of them being that she sure knows how to grip the reader with her out-of-this-world imagination.

And most of all, it's her characters that always pop out of the page, Art and Jim Dastard are back in the always so dark and delicious Dark Victorian universe!

And most of all, it's her characters that always pop out of the page, always so witty and animated. Ice Demon is no exception; it has all the charm that you expect from Elizabeth.

Yes, the nature of this story is dark and filled with menace and intrigue, but it's balanced with many whimsical moments that will tickle the funny bone.

I always feel like I don't say enough about Elizabeth's story within a review, and that's only because I really don't want to ruin all the fun and surprises that await for the reader.

All I can promise is that if you're a fan of steampunk, mystery, and action, you'll get a kick out of this book and the series as a whole.

If there's only one negative thing that I can say about this one is that it's too short! But it certainly whets the appetite for the next book in the series, Everlife.

And I'd recommend reading the other books in the series first before diving into this one, so to better see how the plot thickens and how the characters and their relationships develop.

Once you do, you'll be hooked, and it will make reading Ice Demon all the more fun - and rewarding. Nov 16, W. It is the most bitterly cold winter.

The day after the SS Terror returns from a scientific expedition in Arctic, the Thames is frozen and a fair is immediately set up on the icy river.

All the men from the SS Terror died frozen, except for John Rowden, and his wife saw him fleeing after the boat crashed into the pier.

What killed the crew? What did they bring back? The novella 'Ice Demon' is another supernatural adventure for intrepid agents Art artificial ghost and quaker , Jim th , London.

The novella 'Ice Demon' is another supernatural adventure for intrepid agents Art artificial ghost and quaker , Jim the animated skull and Delphia their human assistant.

It is also an opportunity for Art to rekindle her close friendship with the Skycourt sisters, Helia and Helen.

Elizabeth Watasin wrote this new penny dread with her usual enthusiasm, attention for details and colourful style. It is easy to watch the characters move in your mind's eye as they walk through the unnatural fog or skate on the frozen Thames.

There is a Jules Verne feel underlying the storyline. If made into movies, Elizabeth Watasin's Dark Victorian stories would have the elegance of the 'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen' with an uplifting light-heartiness.

Elizabeth Watasin delivers yet another fast-paced and action-packed adventure in the Dark Victorian series. Written in Elizabeth's intriguing style, Ice Demon demonstrates her enthusiasm for the steampunk genre with a living, breathing mechanical London with vivid and unique characters.

I am very much looking forward to the release of Everlife , the next gothic tale in the Dark Victorian series. Because Ice Demon occurs in November , eight months after the events in Risen and Bones , it is sugges Elizabeth Watasin delivers yet another fast-paced and action-packed adventure in the Dark Victorian series.

Because Ice Demon occurs in November , eight months after the events in Risen and Bones , it is suggested that they be read first to be fully acquainted with the characters and their relationships.

First in the series I've read and it was a fun, fast frolic. Watasin definitely sets a very vivid scene and her characters are grand.

Imaginative and amusing. Jun 07, Jen rated it really liked it. The ship Terror sails back to port in London during the worst winter England has seen, though the men on board have all been frozen solid, with some having shattered, leaving no survivors save one man who was unaccounted for on board and glimpsed by his wife jumping from ship to shore in a shroud of icy fog.

Agents of a secret royal commission, Art and Jim, an artificial ghost and an animated skull, respectively, investigate the ship to discover a possible cause of the men's demise.

Having tracked the murderous icy culprit down to the Frost Fair on the frozen Thames, the agents and their investigative partners and friends figure out a way to shift the icy threat and protect London's citizens.

A quick foray into a version of London filled with some supernatural elements and steampunk technology while some fiercely intelligent and capable women and Jim investigate the mystery that's docked on their shores that has placed them all in danger.

While this story is able to be read on its own and be enjoyed and understood, some of the character interactions and abilities or behaviors would likely make more sense having read preceding stories of theirs that help to establish them, as well as some of the intricacies of the world they inhabit.

That said, the world is fascinating in the various supernatural and extraterrestrial beings that seem to have a relatively common place within the world, enticing readers to continue on with whatever stories that might follow.

Overall, I'd give it a 3. Sep 15, Bonita Gutierrez rated it it was amazing. One part mystery, one part supernatural thriller, Ice Demon is a cool gothic ghost story with a League of Extraordinary Gentlemen vibe.

Highlighted by a charmingly eccentric cast of characters, this Penny Dread is action-packed, beautifully written and darkly funny. It will keep you reading well into the night.

Apr 10, Jennifer Reaves rated it it was amazing. Good follow up. My o my complies that it was too short.

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