Frozen Fire is a gripping, mysterious novel that keeps you on your toes. Its about a girl named Dusty who lives in a small town. One day she gets a phone call with a strange, almost creepy boy. He scares her and she ends up going out to look for him. Dusty gets into some trouble. Apparently the boy was charged with rape of a girl and her father and brothers believe it was the mysterious new boy in town. With them looking for the boy and Dusty trying to discover who he is and how he even got her number, Dusty crosses paths with the family on the hunt. The dad and boys believe that Dusty had befriended the boy and they try to kill her. Wild dogs chase her and she runs for her life. Horrible things happen to Dusty because of her involvement with the boy-her house and family become effected. When she finally sees the boy, she notices some strange things about him. His skin is pale white and his hair the same. His eyes are almost transparent. But theres a feminine quality to him that she’s never seen before in a boy. Events occur and Dusty finds out an almost disterbing twist she never expected, though she still thinks she should help him at least escape from the town after him. Dusty says how she met someone like no other and he seems to never die. He doesn’t know what he is or why he’s like the way he is. He doesn’t remember where he came from…….But the most surprising things is when she finds which sex he really is. Its a shocking part in the story that just adds to the suspence of this book. Personally, it is one of my absolute favorite that I have ever read!
”I’m dying,”said the voice. Dusty clutched the phone. She had no idea who this was. A boy about her age, by the sound of him-fifteen, sixteen, maybe a bit older.
“Is amyone there?” he muttered.
His voice was slurred and angry. She glanced at the clock. Twenty minutes to midnight. She’d answered the phone at once, thinking it would be Dad ringing to say he’d been held up by the snow but was on his way back. The lst thing she needed was this boy.
”Is anyone there?” he said
“Who are you?”
The only answer was a cough.
“And how did you get this number?” she said. “We’re unlisted.”
Another cough but this time the boy answered.
“I just made up and number and dialed it.”
She frowned. This had to be a prank. Friday night, New Year’s Day. Some boy messing around with his mates. If she listened hard enough, she’d probably catch the sound of them sniggering in the background. But all she heard was the labored breathing of the boy at the other end of the line.
She thought of Dad out in Beckdale on his date. She’d been enjoying having the house to herself for the first time in weeks, especially after all the trouble it had taken her to get him to go, but now she wished he’d hurry back.
“Didn’t you hear me?” mumbled the boy. “I said I’m dying.”
She knew that wasn’t truel If the boy was really in danger, he’d hardly make up a number and ring it. He’d dial 911.
“You need to ring the police,” she said.
“I don’t want the police.”
“An ambulance, then.”
“I don’t want an ambulance.”
“But you said you’re dying.”
“I am dying.”
“Then you need to ring-”
“I don’t need to ring anyone. I said I’m dying. I didn’t say I wanted to live.”
