Summary in a Nut-Shell: When someone brings dire news of a kingdom in turmoil, Aleks Mickelsen and his friends must rush off to face it.
“It’s time for you to come home.”
First Aleks’ mom loses the car keys, which he finds in the fridge, and then Christoffer forgets how to get to Aleks’ house. On the surface it doesn’t seem so bad, but events become more disturbing as the day progresses. Something strange is happening in Norway, and Aleks Mickelsen is the only one who can stop it. Too bad for us, the last thing he wants is another adventure.
“Who?” asked Aleks, confusion darkening his brow. “What are you talking about? Who is Fritjof?”
Nori stared at him aghast. “Fritjof, the dragon,” she enunciated slowly as if talking to a toddler. “Does his name ring any bells?”
Aleks shook his head. “I’m afraid not. I never met this Fritjof character.”
“But you have heard of him,” Nori pressed, standing and pacing. “I know you have. I was there. Remember? You went through his passage; the same one I went through to get to Jerndor.”
He followed her with his eyes, exhausted just watching her think. “I remember the passage, but it wasn’t named after a dragon. It was named Thief of Peace’s Passage to remind fairies how tricky allies could be or something of the sort.”
“And?” she pressed, arching an eyebrow.
He shrugged. “Grimkell blames Queen Helena for the Lost Well. It’s the only entrance to the fey kingdom other than the passage. The well is supposed to be a source of great power and wealth. Now it’s hidden from all of fey because of the Dragomir Treaty. I remember the Lost Well. I was there once, with Hector.”
“Do you think you could find it again?”
There was an eager note to her words, and he remembered overhearing Grimkell tell Zaria that the court to control the well ruled the other three. Even here, at the southern tip of Norway, Niffleheim politics reared its ugly head.
Aleks sighed, “I’m not going back there. It’s not my home; and not who I want to be.”
Nori came to a dead stop. Her voice rose several notches as she said, “That’s it? Are you freaking kidding me?” She stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Aleks, what do you remember about Koll and his brothers? Surely Hector has told you about them. Dragons are trouble. YOU HAVE TO GO. Fritjof needs to be stopped.”
Aleks nodded. “I know all about Koll and his brother, Egil. They’re the very worst dragons, the original two –”
“You mean three,” Nori interrupted.
“No, I mean two,” he said, a thread of annoyance leaking into his voice. He walked over to his closet and pulled down his towel. “Koll’s been killed and Egil is locked up again. Everything is good.”
“Little brother,” she hissed, halting him by the door. “There were three brothers. Fritjof is the third. Somehow he’s pulled the memory of his existence from your mind. He’s not locked up. He is up to his old tricks.”
E-book ISBN: 978-1-942750-07-9
Paperback ISBN: 978-1-942750-08-6