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The crew felt a new wind. The bitter cold added to the bite of a ship that had never gone this fast. Sharp eyes stayed fixed on the dim horizon. There was no time for caution, though they knew dangerous ice lay ahead. The Carpathia raced into the same ice field that had just claimed Titanic. Henry Cromwell dreams of becoming a reporter. Armed with a homemade radio, he spent the first three days of Carpathia’s voyage listening in on the North Atlantic’s radio traffic—eagerly jotting down notes and being a general bother to the crew. But nothing prepared him for what he would hear at 12:30 am.

With a roar, it leapt from the bridge as the missiles hit. It landed on the riverbank slope beside them in a crouch. A troll. Oh my god. This was a troll. Lacey and Mack shared a horrified look, their fingers twisting together. Fear raced through Mack sharp as pain. Trolls were more rare, much larger than goblins and far more dangerous. The Horror Wars have begun. Maelstroms fill the sky like storms, their green and purple lightning depositing goblins, trolls, and ogres.