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andlt;bandgt;andlt;bandgt;ONEandlt;/bandgt;andlt;/bandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;ONCE UPON A TIME, in a land far to the north, there lived a lovely maiden . . .andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;iandgt;andlt;BRandgt;andlt;bandgt;Latitude 72and#176; 13and#8217; 30and#8221; Nandlt;/bandgt;andlt;BRandgt;andlt;bandgt;Longitude 152and#176; 06and#8217; 52and#8221; Wandlt;/bandgt;andlt;BRandgt;andlt;bandgt;Altitude 3 ft.andlt;/bandgt;andlt;/iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;CASSIE KILLED THE SNOWMOBILE ENGINE.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Total silence, her favorite sound. Ice crystals spun in the Arctic air. Sparkling in the predawn light, they looked like diamond dust. Beneath her ice-encrusted face mask, she smiled. She loved this: just her, the ice, and the bear.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Donand#8217;t move,and#8221; she whispered at the polar bear.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Cassie felt behind her and unhooked the rifle. Placid as a marble statue, the polar bear did not move. She loaded the tranquilizer dart by feel, her eyes never leaving the bear. White on white in an alcove of ice, he looked like a king on a throne. For an instant, Cassie imagined she could hear Gramand#8217;s voice, telling the story of the Polar Bear King. . . . Gram hadnand#8217;t told that story since the day sheand#8217;d left the research station, but Cassie still remembered every word of it. She used to believe it was true.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;When she was little, Cassie used to stage practice rescue missions outside of Dadand#8217;s Arctic research station. Sheand#8217;d pile old snowmobile parts and broken generators to make the trollsand#8217; castle, and then sheand#8217;d scale the castle walls and tie up the and#8220;trollsand#8221; (old clothes stuffed with pillows) with climbing ropes. Once, Dad had caught her on the station roof with skis strapped to her feet, ready to ski beyond the ends of the earth to save her mom. Heand#8217;d taken away Cassieand#8217;s skis and had forbidden Gram from telling the story. Not that that had slowed Cassie at all. Sheand#8217;d simply begged Gram to tell the story when Dad was away, and sheand#8217;d invented a new game involving a canvas sail and an unused sled. Even after sheand#8217;d understood the truthand#8212;that Gramand#8217;s story was merely a pretty way to say her mother had diedand#8212;sheand#8217;d continued to play the games.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;iandgt;Now I donand#8217;t need gamesandlt;/iandgt;, she thought with a grin. She snapped the syringe into place and lifted the gun up to her shoulder. And this bear, she thought, didnand#8217;t need any kidand#8217;s bedtime story to make him magnificent. He was as perfect as a textbook illustration: cream-colored with healthy musculature and no battle scars. If her estimates were correct, heand#8217;d be the largest polar bear on record. And she was the one who had found him.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Cassie cocked the tranquilizer gun, and the polar bear turned his head to look directly at her. She held her breath and didnand#8217;t move. Wind whistled, and loose snow swirled between her and the bear. Her heart thudded in her ears so loudly that she was certain he could hear it. This was itand#8212;the end of the chase. When sheand#8217;d begun this chase, the aurora borealis had been dancing in the sky. Sheand#8217;d tracked him in its light for three miles north of the station. Loose sea ice had jostled at the shore, but sheand#8217;d driven over it and then onto the pack ice. Sheand#8217;d followed him all the way here, to a jumble of ice blocks that looked like a miniature mountain range. She had no idea how heand#8217;d stayed so far ahead of her during the chase. Top speed for an adult male bear clocked at thirty miles per hour, and sheand#8217;d run her snowmobile at sixty. Maybe the tracks hadnand#8217;t been as fresh as theyand#8217;d looked, or maybe sheand#8217;d discovered some kind of superfast bear. She grinned at the ridiculousness of that idea. Regardless of the explanation, the tracks had led her here to this beautiful, majestic, perfect bear. Sheand#8217;d won.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;A moment later, the bear looked away across the frozen sea.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Youand#8217;re mine,and#8221; she whispered as she sighted down the barrel.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;And the polar bear stepped andlt;iandgt;into the iceandlt;/iandgt;. In one fluid motion, he rose and moved backward. It looked as if he were stepping into a cloud. His hind legs vanished into whiteness, and then his torso.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Impossible.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;She lowered the gun and stared. She couldnand#8217;t be seeing this. The ice wall appeared to be absorbing him. Now only his shoulders and head were visible.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Cassie shook herself. He was escaping! Never mind how. Lifting the gun, she squeezed the trigger. The recoil bashed the butt of the gun into her shoulder. Reflexively, she blinked.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;And the bear was gone.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;No,and#8221; she said out loud. Sheand#8217;d had him! What had happened? Bears didnand#8217;tand#8212;couldnand#8217;tand#8212;walk through ice. She had to have imagined it. Some trick of the Arctic air. She whipped off her goggles. Cold squeezed her eyeballs, and the white was blinding. She scanned the frozen waves. Snow blew across the ice like fast-moving clouds. The landscape was as dead as a desert. When the cold hurt too much for her to stand it a second longer, she replaced her goggles.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Her radio crackled. She pulled it out of her parka pocket. and#8220;Cassie here,and#8221; she said, trying to sound casual. Sheand#8217;d chased the bear onto the pack ice without backup. If sheand#8217;d caught him, all would have been forgiven. But now . . . How was she going to explain this? She couldnand#8217;t even explain it to herself.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;iandgt;and#8220;Cassandra Elizabeth Dasent, get home NOW.and#8221;andlt;/iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Dadand#8217;s voice. And he was not happy.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Well, she wasnand#8217;t happy either. Sheand#8217;d promised herself that sheand#8217;d tag a bear as a birthday present to herselfand#8212;she was turning eighteen in just a few hours. It seemed the ideal way for the only daughter of the head scientist at the Eastern Beaufort Sea Research Station to celebrate becoming a legal adult. When this bear had sauntered past the station while sheand#8217;d been out fixing the radio antennae, it had felt like a gift. Sheand#8217;d never expected the chase to lead her so far out onto the ice, and sheand#8217;d never expected the bear to . . . He couldnand#8217;t have gone far. He had to be somewhere just beyond the ice ridges. She checked the gas gauge. She had another three hours of fuel to spare.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;andlt;iandgt;and#8220;Cassie? Cassie, are you there?and#8221;andlt;/iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Iand#8217;m going after him,and#8221; she said into the radio. She revved the engine, drowning her fatherand#8217;s response, and headed across the ice.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;* * * * *andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Cassie abandoned the snowmobile in the shed. Slinging her pack over her shoulder, she trudged to the station. She ached from head to toe, inside and out. Even her fingernails ached. The sun hovered on the horizon, as it would for less and less time every day before it sank permanently for the winter. The low-angled light made her shadow look like a snow giant out of an Inuit legend.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Sheand#8217;d lost him.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;She didnand#8217;t know how, but sheand#8217;d lost him. She kept replaying the search in her mind as if that would make her envision the tracks she must have missed. If sheand#8217;d just searched more carefully in the first few moments instead of speeding across the sea ice . . .andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Owen, the station lab technician, met her at the door. She blinked at himand#8212;a potbellied man with a pepper beard. Clearly, heand#8217;d been waiting for her.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Cassie, the case!and#8221; Owen cried in an anguished voice.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;She glanced at her pack. The syringe case dangled out of the bag. It was encrusted in ice. Cassie winced. and#8220;He got away,and#8221; she said.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Owen rescued the bag and gun from her. and#8220;Do you know how much these cost?and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Cassie followed him inside through the double door entryway. As she shut the inner door behind her, the thick, sour warmth of the station rolled over her like a smothering wave. It was the smell of home, stale and stifling and comfortingly familiar. She wished she had been coming home victorious.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Clucking over the tranquilizer gun, Owen said, and#8220;You have to be careful with this equipment. Treat it like a baby.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Her stomach sank as she watched him examine her equipment. She didnand#8217;t need another strike against her. Sheand#8217;d taken the snowmobile out onto the pack ice alone andlt;iandgt;andandlt;/iandgt; sheand#8217;d been careless with equipment. Dad was not going to be pleased. Peeling off her outer layers, she asked, and#8220;Where is he? Radar room?and#8221; Sheand#8217;d better get it over with. There was no point in delaying.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Owen didnand#8217;t respond. He was absorbed in cleaning the tranq gun. She could tell heand#8217;d already dismissed her from his mind. She almost smiled. He loved his equipment like she loved the pack ice. Both of them were a bit . . . single-minded. She could admit that about herself. and#8220;Jeremy?and#8221; she said. The new research intern looked up from his desk.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Heand#8217;s not a happy camper,and#8221; Jeremy confirmed. and#8220;He wants to talk to you.and#8221; He nodded toward the research lab door. and#8220;Youand#8217;re welcome to hide here,and#8221; he added helpfully, pointing under his desk.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;She managed a grin. Jeremy had been blasted by Dad his first week at the station for going out on the ice without the proper gear, and now he had a healthy respect for Cassieand#8217;s fatherand#8217;s temper. Of course, in that case, he had deserved it. She didnand#8217;t care if he was from UCLAand#8212;what breed of idiot went out on the ice without a face mask? Youand#8217;d never catch her making that kind of newbie mistake. andlt;iandgt;No,andlt;/iandgt; she thought, andlt;iandgt;I specialize in the more spectacular mistakes, such as misplacing a full-grown polar bear.andlt;/iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Cassie pushed through the door to the research lab. She scooted between the boxes and equipment. She could hear Dadand#8217;s voice, deep and clipped, inside the radar room. Ugh, this was not going to go well. Here in the faintly sour warmth of home, it was going to sound like she was quoting Gramand#8217;s old fairy tale about the Polar Bear King. What seemed almost believable out on the sea ice seemed patently unreal here, back in the prosaic old station. Here, it seemed far more plausible that sheand#8217;d imagined the bear walking through ice. She wished sheand#8217;d imagined losing him.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;In the radar room, Dad was in his typical position, half-perched on a stool, flanked by two other researchers. Cassie halted just inside the doorway, watching them. Her father was like the sun. People tended to orbit around him without even realizing they were. Scott and Liam were his most common satellites. She wondered if that was how she looked next to himand#8212;overshadowed and small. Not liking that thought, Cassie stepped farther into the room.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The door swung shut behind her, and Dad looked up at the sound. He lowered his clipboard. His face was impassive, but she knew he was furious. She steeled herself. Sheand#8217;d deliver her report as professionally as possible. How he reacted would be his choice.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Scott flashed a smile at her. and#8220;Ah, the little workaholic.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Could you gentlemen excuse us?and#8221; Dad said to Scott and Liam. and#8220;Family discussion.and#8221; Oh, that was not a good sign. She swallowed hard.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Cassie wondered, not for the first time, if her mother hadnand#8217;t died, would that have softened Dad? Would she have been able to talk to him without feeling like she was approaching a mountain? So much could have been different if her mother had lived.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;The two scientists looked from father to daughter, as if suddenly noticing the tension that was thick enough to inhale. Both of them bolted.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;For a long moment, Dad didnand#8217;t speak. His expression was unreadable. His eyes were buried underneath thick, white eyebrows. His mouth was hidden in a mountain-man beard. Six-foot-five, he looked impervious. Cassie raised her chin and met his eyes.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Finally, he said, and#8220;You know better than to go out on the pack ice without backup. I raised you to be smarter than this.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Yes, he had. One thing heand#8217;d always made sure of was that she knew the rules of the ice. Everything else in her childhood he may have left to others. With her mother dead soon after Cassie was born and Gram gone from the station when Cassie was five, sheand#8217;d done a lot of her own raisingand#8212;with only a sort of tag-team parenting from Dad, Max, Owen, and whoever else was passing through the research station. But he had made sure that she knew what to do when she stepped outside the station, and she was grateful for that. and#8220;I know,and#8221; she said.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;You could have fallen into a crevasse,and#8221; he said. and#8220;A pressure ridge could have collapsed. A lead could have split the ice, and you could have driven directly into ocean water.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;I know,and#8221; she repeated. What else could she say? She wasnand#8217;t going to make excuses. Maybe she would have a few years ago, but she wasnand#8217;t a kid anymore. If she expected to be treated as a professional, she knew she had to act like one.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;He continued to scowl at her.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Cassie felt her face redden, but she forced herself not to look away. She refused to be intimidated by him.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Dad sighed. and#8220;Report,and#8221; he said.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;Thereand#8217;s something unusual about this bear.and#8221; Taking a deep breath, Cassie plunged into a description of how she had tracked him and how he had walked into the ice. She told Dad about searching the pressure ridge and failing to find tracks leading out of it. She told him how she had searched the surrounding area, crossing miles of pack ice, with no further sign of the bear. Finishing, she braced herself, waiting for Dad to tear apart her report.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Instead, she saw the anger drain out of her fatherand#8217;s face. He dropped his clipboard to the table, and he hugged her. and#8220;I could have lost you,and#8221; he said.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;This was new. and#8220;Dad,and#8221; she said, squirming. Anger she had expected, but hugs? They were not a hugging family. and#8220;Dad, please, Iand#8217;m fine. I know what Iand#8217;m doing. You donand#8217;t have to worry.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Dad released her. He was shaking his head. and#8220;I should have known this day would come,and#8221; he said. and#8220;Your grandmother was right.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Awkwardly, she patted his shoulder. and#8220;Iand#8217;ll bring backup next time,and#8221; she promised. and#8220;Iand#8217;ll catch the bear. Youand#8217;ll see.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;He didnand#8217;t appear to be listening. and#8220;Itand#8217;s too late for application deadlines for this year, but some of my friends at the University of Alaska owe me favors. You can work in one of their labs and apply for undergrad next year.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Whoaand#8212;andlt;iandgt;what?andlt;/iandgt; Theyand#8217;d agreed she would take courses remotely. She wasnand#8217;t leaving the station. and#8220;Dad . . .and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;You can live with your grandmother in Fairbanks. Sheand#8217;ll be thrilled to say, and#8216;I told you so.and#8217; Sheand#8217;s been pushing for this since you were five, but I selfishly wanted you here,and#8221; he said. and#8220;Iand#8217;ll contact Max to fly you there.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;She stared at him. and#8220;But I donand#8217;t want to leave,and#8221; she said. She loved it at the station! Her life was here. She wantedand#8212;no, andlt;iandgt;neededandlt;/iandgt;and#8212;to be near the ice.andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;He focused on her, as if seeing her afresh. and#8220;Youand#8217;re leaving,and#8221; he said, steel back in his voice. and#8220;Iand#8217;m sorry, Cassie, but this is for your own good.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;You canand#8217;t simply decide thatand#8212;and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#8220;If your mother were here, she would want this.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Cassie felt as if sheand#8217;d been punched in her gut. He knew full well how Cassie felt about her mother, how much she wished she were here, how much she wished sheand#8217;d known her. To use that as a weapon to win an argument . . . It was a low blow. Cassie shook her head as if she could shake out his words. and#8220;Iand#8217;m not leaving,and#8221; she said. and#8220;This is my andlt;iandgt;home.and#8221;andlt;/iandgt;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;Her fatherand#8212;who shied away from feelings so much that he had delegated her childhood to her grandmother and had left her puberty to a stack of bio textbooksand#8212;her father had tears in his eyes. and#8220;Not anymore,and#8221; he said softly. and#8220;It canand#8217;t be anymore.and#8221;andlt;BRandgt; andlt;BRandgt;and#169; 2009 Sarah Beth Durst

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"Publishers Weekly Review" by , "Durst (Into the Wild) skillfully integrates a contemporary girl into an updated version of the tale East of the Sun and West of the Moon, balancing the magical with the modern. Cassie grew up hearing the story of the Polar Bear King and the North Wind's Daughter. On her 18th birthday, she discovers it wasn't a fairy tale — it was the true story of her own missing mother, and now the Polar Bear King has come to claim Cassie for his bride. But if that part of the story is true, than the other part is, too: Cassie's mother lives. Cassie marries Bear in exchange for her mother's rescue, but finds he's more than an animal — he's a 'munaqsri,' responsible for the transport of souls. Cassie accidentally betrays Bear's trust and he is forced to leave her, sending Cassie on a harrowing adventure that takes her beyond the ends of the earth to save Bear and restore the essential balance of nature. While one of Cassie's many tribulations goes on a tad long, her quest for self-worth, independence, maturity and love, is twisty, absorbing and satisfying. Ages 12 — up." Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)
"Synopsis" by , In Ice, main character Cassie encounters a Polar Bear King and a love that defies reason---maybe fairy tales aren't make-believe after all...
"Synopsis" by , Cassie encounters a Polar Bear King and a love that defies reason, and she learns that perhaps fairy tales aren't make-believe after all.
"Synopsis" by , Sarah Beth Durst is the author of Ice, as well as Into the Wild, an Andre Norton Award Finalist for Young Adult Science Fiction & Fantasy, and its sequel, Out of the Wild. She has been writing fantasy stories since she was ten years old and holds an English degree from Princeton University. Sarah lives in Stony Brook, New York, with her husband and children, for whom she would happily journey east of the sun and west of the moon. For more information, visit her at sarahbethdurst.com.
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