As a young stag-shifter, all Pembroke dreams of is being harnessed to Santa’s sleigh. Yet his world comes crashing down when Santa is slain by the imposter Frost.<br><br>War erupts in the Arctic Circle, pitting elf against reindeer, and Pembroke is sent on a perilous mission. If he fails, his herd will be lost. When the mission goes awry, the stag-shifter must put his trust in an unlikely ally.<br><br>Where does one turn in a land of ice and blood? What happens when the enemy infiltrates your heart? What begins as a wavering alliance just might take Pembroke farther than he ever imagined.

Sugar Plum'd

Pembroke tried to bring the Toy-Maker into the light.


The Toy-Maker raised His arms stiffly, stepping back into the shadows beyond the spray of sparks. “I know I know, it’s a bit jarring at first.” The voice of a gentler timbre continued. “He carved me in his own image, that bastard.”


The elf chimed in, keeping to the shadows. “Well, you know, I always said that He made you handsomer. On purpose.”


“But wait, you’re not…” Pembroke’s hands rushed over the Slain’s body, clothed in a patchwork of rags. A chest, so well defined it could only have been chiseled. His hands trembling as his fingers found the wooden hinges attaching the shoulder joints to the arms. Wood. The entire body. A replicant.


Chapter 22