Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard: 9 From the Nine Worlds by Riordan Rick

Author:Riordan, Rick
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Disney Book Group
Published: 2018-10-01T16:00:00+00:00

“DRAGON SCALES.”

Standing in the floor nineteen hallway, half-empty pizza box in hand, I glared at Halfborn Gunderson. He’d opened his door just a crack. “You’re seriously telling me you’re traveling to Vanaheim to get dragon scales?” I asked. “Straight off a dragon, no less?”

“It’s for a little project I’m working on.” The shirtless berserker avoided my eyes. Coward.

I tried to push my way in, but my on-again, off-again boyfriend set his massive foot against the slightly ajar door, making our relationship dangerously close to off again.

“That’s the way you want to play it? Fine.” I snatched a slice of pizza from the box, slapped him in the chest with it, and stormed off.

“Mallory! Wait!”

When I didn’t stop, Halfborn swore a blue streak and slammed his door. Maybe he was looking for his room key, planning to follow. Well, I didn’t want to see him or his pizza-stained chest anymore. So I bypassed my room, yanked open a random door, and stalked through, slamming it behind me.

Then I literally froze.

“Oh, Fimbulwinter.”

Hotel Valhalla has countless unmarked doors. Most are shortcuts to other areas of the hotel. A few lead to other worlds. Just my luck, I’d exited right into Niflheim, the land of endless sleet and ice, and plenty of frost giants. Even luckier, a blizzard was raging around me. Cursing, I dug a small square of fabric out of my pocket. Handmade by Blitzen, it unfolded into a thick hooded parka infused with kenaz (fire) magic, courtesy of Hearthstone. Ever since I’d journeyed to Niflheim to help stop Loki—long story—I made sure to carry it with me. Nestled in its warm embrace, I turned back and groped for the doorknob.

There wasn’t one. No door, either. Instead, I found myself peering at a mile-high wall of solid ice.

“A glacier? You have got to be kidding me.”

I scrubbed a circle in the frost and peered into the glacier to see . . . more ice. I pounded on the slab. Attacked it with my twin daggers. Kicked it and screamed at it. I worked up a good sweat, but if Hotel Valhalla was somewhere on the other side, I wasn’t getting back in the way I came out.

I sheathed my daggers, put a hand on the glacier, and began walking, trailing my fingers on the icy wall to feel for a door, a knob, a window—something. Then the wall ended and my frozen fingers plunged into a massive snowdrift.

Growling with frustration, I shoved my hands in my pockets and turned back. The glacier was the only connection I had to the hotel, and I didn’t want to lose sight of it. I’d only gone a few steps when I heard a muffled thudding in the distance. I paused. The thudding grew louder and closer.

Frost giant.

The possibility struck me like a slushball in the face. I knew from past experience that some frost giants were friendly. They weren’t the ones I was worried about.

A solitary figure loomed into view through the driving snow. My

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