HEROINES ON ICE - P. 6CHAPTER 6. With a major effort Beestung calmed herself, controlled her breathing and forced herself to deal with the current situation.
“It could be worse; I could be dead already,” she thought logically and then without thinking aimed her forefinger at the ropes binding her right wrist and fired into them.
Using her thumb and forefinger she began using the barb as a tiny blade and slowly began sawing through the ropes - it was going to be a slow process.
It was with blackest thoughts that Miss Britain assessed her situation. While her wrists weren’t connected, the back of the chair being too wide for that, three strands of rope connected them and the knots were impervious to her efforts to loosen them. Looking up at the massive chunk of ice hanging overhead, she guessed that it would tear her head off rather than strangle her when it fell. Her helplessness drove her to a fury not helped by the sight of
HEROINES ON ICE - P. 5 CHAPTER 5. Miss Britain, her hands bound behind her, stood on a balcony overlooking the arena encased in a column of ice. The villainous Dr. Peter Gregor, who called himself the Ice Lord, looked intently down as his huge ice creatures tried to hit a quick flying and maneuvering Beestung with ice balls the size of basketballs.
“She’s quick,” said Gregor to the imprisoned heroine, “giving my creatures and I excellent practice in bringing down drones.”
The heroine looked helplessly on as her young friend deftly dodged the deadly ice projectiles being thrown at her. She knew it was only a matter of time before Beestung tired, slowed and would be hit and then stomped to death by the monsters while she, Miss Britain, would be sold to the highest bidder. Gregor then intended to cause an avalanche and bury the White Mountain Ski Lodge and the small village below thus eliminating all evidence and gi
HEROINES ON ICE - P. 2CHAPTER 2. The two heroines slept late after their night’s adventure and it wasn’t until slightly past ten o’clock that Brooke woke up, stumbled out of bed and weaved her way to the bathroom. The sound of water running woke Penelope and after checking her watch, reached up and pulled the cord opening the curtains. The sky was slate grey and from the north and west getting darker. She reached down and picked up her rose red silk robe from the bottom of the bed and slipped into it.
As Brooke emerged from the bathroom, Penelope said, “We’re a couple of sleepy heads. Let’s get dressed and see what they have for breakfast.”
Enthusiastic agreement from the other and thirty minutes later they were heading down to the lobby dressed in sweaters, flannel slacks and comfortable shoes. Mr. Fraser was behind his desk.
“Have you heard the latest weather report?” he aske
HEROINES ON ICE - P. 1PROLOGUE. The gale was so strong he was forced to bend his upper body to advance into it. The wind driven snow limited his view to about thirty feet. He was slogging up the mountain but there was no alternative as the....things were herding him. Aaron Fisher was in excellent condition as what might be expected from an undercover F.B.I. agent but he was nearing the end of his strength. His breath came quick and labored, the snowshoes seemed as heavy as cement and his mind was wandering in and out of reality.
It was vital he get the information written in a small notebook sewn into the lining of is inner jacket, to his fellow agents. If only he could stop and rest, but the one glimpse he had of what followed him was enough to keep him stumbling forward and upward. He tripped and fell on his face. He tried to get up, crawling forward - and then found himself looking down into a snow swirled crevasse. How many feet d