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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. He howled incessantly, with half-coherent protestations that the cruel ice-teeth were crunching him to death.

In spite of the eery terrors that had unmanned him, the hunter still retained enough courage to go back and try to assist Hoom Feethos.

He was about to assail the huge icicles with his pick, when he heard an agonizing scream from the jeweler, followed by a harsh and indescribable grating.

There had been no visible movement of the fangs — and yet Quanga now saw that they had reached the cavern-floor! The body of Hoom Feethos, pierced through and through by one of the icicles, and ground down by the blunter teeth, was spurting blood on the glacier, like the red mist from a wine-press.

Quanga doubted the very testimony of his senses. The thing before him was patently impossible — there was no mark of cleavage in the mound above the cavern-mouth, to explain the descent of those awful fangs.

Before his very eyes, but too swiftly for direct cognition, this unthinkable enormity had occurred. Hoom Feethos was beyond all earthly help, and Quanga, now wholly the slave of a hideous panic, would hardly have stayed longer to assist him in any case.

But seeing the pouch that had fallen forward from the dead jeweler's fingers, the hunter snatched it up through an impulse of terror-mingled greed; and then, with no backward glance, he fled on the glacier, toward the low-circling sun.

For a few moments, as he ran, Quanga failed to perceive the sinister and ill-boding alterations, comparable to those of the cave, whicb had somehow occurred in the sheeted plain itself.

With a terrific shock, which became an actual vertigo, he saw that he was climbing a long, insanely tilted slope above whose remote extreme the sun had receded strangely, and was now small and chill as if seen from an outer planet.

The very sky was different: though still perfectly cloudless, it had taken on a curious deathly pallor. A brooding sense of inimical volition, a vast and freezing malignity, seemed to pervade the air and to settle upon Quanga like an incubus.

But more terrifying than all else, in its proof of a conscious and malign derangement of natural law, was the giddy poleward inclination that had been assumed by the level plateau.

Quanga felt that creation itself had gone mad, and had left him at the mercy of demoniacal forces from the godless outer gulfs.

Keeping a perilous foot-hold, weaving and staggering laboriously upward, he feared momently that he would slip and fall and slide back for ever into arctic depths unfathomable.

And yet, when he dared to pause at last, and turned shudderingly to peer down at the supposed descent, he saw behind him an acclivity similar in all respects to the one he was climbing: a mad; oblique wall of ice, that rose interminably to a second remote sun.

In the confusion of that strange bouleversement, he seemed to lose the last remnant of equilibrium; and the glacier reeled and pitched about him like an overturning world as he strove to recover the sense of direction that had never before deserted him.

Everywhere, it appeared, there were small and wan parhelia that mocked him above unending glacial scarps. He resumed his hopeless climb through a topsy-turvy world of illusion: whether north, south, east or west, he could not tell.

A sudden wind swept downward on the glacier; it shrieked in Quanga's ears like the myriad voices of taunting devils; it moaned and laughed and ululated with shrill notes as of crackling ice.

It seemed to pluck at Quanga with live malicious fingers, to suck the breath for which he had fought agonizingly. In spite of his heavy raiment, and the speed of his toilsome ascent, he felt its bitter, mordant teeth, searching and biting even to the marrow.

Dimly, as he continued to climb upward, he saw that the ice was no longer smooth, but had risen into pillars and pyramids around him, or was fretted obscenely into wilder shapes.

Immense, malignant profiles leered in blue-green crystal; the malformed heads of bestial devils frowned; and rearing dragons writhed immovably along the scarp, or sank frozen into deep crevasses.

Apart from these imaginary forms that were assumed by the ice itself, Quanga saw, or believed that he saw, human bodies and faces embedded in the glacier.

Pale hands appeared to reach dimly and imploringly toward him from the depths; and he felt upon him the frost-bound eyes of men who had been lost in former years; and beheld their sunken limbs, grown rigid in strange attitudes of torture.

Quanga was no longer capable of thought. Deaf, blind, primordial terrors, older than reason, had filled his mind with their atavistic darkness.

They drove him on implacably, as a beast is driven, and would not let him pause or flag on the mocking, nightmare slope.

Reflection would have told him only that his ultimate escape was impossible; that the ice, a live and conscious and maleficent thing, was merely playing a cruel and fantastic game which it had somehow devised in its incredible animism.

So, perhaps, it was well that he had lost the power of reflection. Beyond hope and without warning, he came to the end of the glaciation.

It was like the sudden shift of a dream, which takes the dreamer unaware; and he stared uncomprehendingly for some moments at the familiar Hyperborean valleys below the rampart, to the south, and the volcanoes that fumed darkly beyond the southeastern hills.

His flight from the cavern had consumed almost the whole of the long, subpolar afternoon, and the sun was now swinging close above the horizon.

The parhelia had vanished, and the ice-sheet, as if by some prodigious legerdemain, had resumed its normal horizontality.

If he had been able to compare his impressions, Quanga would have realized that at no time had he surprised the glacier in the accomplishment of its bewildering supernatural changes.

Doubtfully, as if it were a mirage that might fade at any moment, he surveyed the landscape below the battlements. To all appearances, he had returned to the very place from which he and the jewelers had begun their disastrous journey on the ice.

Before him an easy declivity, fretted and runneled, ran down toward the grassy meadows. Fearing that it was all deceitful and unreal — a fair, beguiling trap, a new treachery of the element that he had grown to regard as a cruel and almighty demon — Quanga descended the slope with hasty leaps and bounds.

Even when he stood ankle-deep in the great club-mosses, with leafy willows and sedgy grasses about him, he could not quite believe in the verity of his escape.

The mindless prompting of a panic fear still drove him on; and a primal instinct, equally mindless, drew him toward the volcanic peaks.

The instinct told him that he would find refuge from the bitter boreal cold amid their purlieus; and there, if anywhere, he would be safe from the diabolical machinations of the glacier.

Boiling springs were said to flow perpetually from the nether slopes of these mountains; great geysers, roaring and hissing like infernal cauldrons, filled the higher gullies with scalding cataracts.

The long snows that swept upon Hyperborea were turned to mild rains in the vicinity of the volcanoes; and there a rich and sultry-colored flora, formerly native to the whole region, but now exotic, flourished throughout the seasons.

Quanga could not find the little shaggy horses that he and his companions had left tethered to the dwarf willows in the valley-meadow.

Perhaps, after all, it was not the same valley. At any rate, he did not stay his flight to search for them.

Without delay or lingering, after one fearful backward look at the menacing mass of the glaciation, he started off in a direct line for the smoke-plumed mountains.

The sun sank lower, skirting endlessly the southwestern horizon, and flooding the battlemented ice and the rolling landscape with a light of pale amethyst.

Quanga, with iron thews inured to protracted marches, pressed on in his unremitting terror, and was overtaken gradually by a long, ethereal-tinted twilight of northern summer.

Somehow, through all the stages of his flight, he had retained the pick-ax, as well as his bow and arrows.

Automatically, hours before, he had placed the heavy pouch of rubies in the bosorn of his raiment for safekeeping. He had forgotten them, and he did not even notice the trickle of water from the melting of crusted ice about the jewels, that seeped upon his flesh from the lizard-skin pouch.

Crossing one of the innumerable valleys, he stumbled against a protruding willow-root, and the pick was hurled from his fingers as he fell.

Rising to his feet, he ran on without stopping to retrieve it. A ruddy glow from the volcanoes was now visible on the darkening sky. It brightened as Quanga went on; and he felt that he was nearing the far-sought, inviolable sanctuary.

Though still thoroughly shaken and demoralized by his preterhuman ordeals, he began to think that he might escape from the ice-demon after all.

Suddenly he became aware of a consuming thirst, to which he had been oblivious heretofore. Daring to pause in one of the shallow valleys, he drank from a blossom-bordered stream.

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. I really like the characters and I hope there will be more to their adventures.

Jul 11, Brienne Dubh rated it it was amazing Shelves: escapology-reviews. Review from website Escapology Reviews escapologyreviews. It had everything I love about steampunk — the clothes, the dark and mysterious setting, the fabulous and anachronistic apparatus — it was a joy to read.

The large icicles that hung from them pointed long, glistening fingers down. Of the s Review from website Escapology Reviews escapologyreviews. Of the ships she'd flown past to find the Terror, she'd not seen one with so much ice already grown upon it.

Art heard the swift hooves of a horse and its hansom cab on the walk. The cab emerged from the thick fog, a blonde girl seated within.

Nearly eighteen years of age, she carried a skull in a top hat in her gloved hand. Art's partner — the animated skull Jim Dastard — and their assistant, Delphia Bloom, had arrived.

The 'monster's' nature is revealed early on, and the dramatic irony is perfect in length — this might just be a personal thing but I get really annoyed when it takes the protagonist the whole book to discover what the reader is told on page one.

What we have instead is a cat and mouse chase, lateral thinking, and a dramatic climax. And oh how I wanted to be at the fair with them all! It is obvious that Watasin is a consummate writer.

The images she presents are vivid and each character is sharply defined as soon as they are introduced. The romance between the women in the novel was very touching too.

There was obvious affection and respect, even though the arrangement was very unorthodox. More pan-sexual than lesbian, Art's love goes to individuals with whom she feels love, and her respectful devotion could not be any other way.

This is especially poignant as this particular romantic situation could easily be a high drama fit for bad TV. Watasin's characters make it work and theirs is truly a paragon of polygamous pansexual love.

Rating: 9 out of I can't give it higher than Palace of Curiosities which has set the bar for me with it's gorgeous prose, but this little gem made my day.

It's short length was it's only real downfall. It was read and enjoyed and I still had time to wash my hair before the water went cold!

Reviewed by Vikki Heaven Escapology Reviews I love the dark Victorian milieu Elizabeth has created. The characters are richly developed and very unique.

Dark, creepy, funny, this is the sort of book series that a reader can and will get addicted to … This series is a must-read for the Gothic Victorian crowd.

I enjoyed every little quirky morsel and give "Ice Demon" 5 stars out of 5. Dec 22, Lainy rated it liked it Shelves: fantasy , gaslight-romance , horror , mystery , supernatural , suspense , thriller , victorian , shorts.

I found this quite surprising. It was a strange tale and told well. There were parts were the story just rambled and certain bits could have been left out.

But it was a good read and a great start to what could be a great series. May 12, Steve rated it it was amazing.

Loved these characters This is a wonderful story that is so richly drawn you willingly enter a world that is similar to our own boring world and yet so completely different that you cannot stop reading until you come to the end.

I really enjoyed reading this. May 17, Shanna Golembeske rated it it was amazing. Great find This is a well written short story with such details placed to make you feel as if you were in the story.

Short but intriguing not a dull moment. Hope to read more of this series. Jun 17, Jane rated it it was ok. Interesting group of "detectives".

A talking and smoking skull, a ghost that can materialize at will and a real person. It was a Kindle short story. May 30, Velvetink marked it as to-read Shelves: steampunk , sf-fantasy , historical-fiction , alternative-histories.

Jul 12, Peggy rated it really liked it. Pretty good read. A little difficult to follow at times but, i enjoyed it. Jun 09, Patrick rated it liked it Shelves: gblt-characters , crime-mystery , kindle , supernatural.

Found it hard to get into. Theresa rated it liked it Jun 09, Mike Dunham rated it really liked it Sep 15, Dave rated it liked it Oct 02, Catherine rated it liked it Feb 26,

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