Dragons of Asgard 3 Logan Jacobs (book recommendations for teens .TXT) 📖

Ramir nodded. “Though, I’m not surprised you all don’t know about them.”

“Why would we know about them?” Kas asked, and her forehead furrowed with confusion.

“The ice caves are a place many frost giants call home,” Ramir said as he handed Blar a chunk of squash.

“They are?” Eira asked. “I’ve never heard of them, and I’ve been to Jotunheim quite a few times for battle.”

“I’m not surprised they hadn’t revealed where they live,” Ramir chuckled. “The frost giants and the Asgardians have a checkered past, and it’s not much better today than it was a hundred years ago. It only makes sense they would try to keep their true homes hidden from us.”

“I suppose that’s true.” The redhead pursed her lips. “So, where are these ice caves?”

“They’re at the base of Joter mountain,” Ramir said. “At least, that’s where the entrance I know about is. I’m sure there’s a million other ways to get down there.”

“Hm, so we have to go underground into tunnels where we have no idea where anything is,” Eira said dryly. “Every instinct I have is telling me that’s not a good idea.”

“What about the invisibility spell?” Kas asked. “I could cast that for us.”

“We’d only have an hour to look around, then.” I pursed my lips. “We need longer than that, especially since we don’t have a map of these caves.”

“You’re right.” Kas nodded. “But we can’t just walk into the caves.”

“Maybe not if we look like ourselves,” Asta said. “But Kas can disguise us as frost giants, right, Kas?”

“I can.” The strawberry-blonde bit her lip. “But I do need frost giants to work from. I can’t just make us frost giants, we have to assume their identities.”

“Soooo, you’re saying we need to kill some frost giants?” Eira asked, and she raised a red eyebrow at Kas.

“Essentially, yes.” Kas nodded.

“That shouldn’t be too hard.” Asta frowned. “Right?”

“It shouldn’t,” I agreed. “If we can get Blar to make a portal near the mountain, I bet we can find some frost giants nearby. We can take them out, cast the spell, and head into the caves.”

“Good idea,” Eira said. “We won’t bring any suspicion as long as we act like we belong.”

“What about the dragons?” Kas asked. “Do frost giants have dogs?”

“None that I’ve ever seen,” Ramir said as he passed out more squash to the small reptiles.

“Father, they just had breakfast,” Kas chastised with a shake of her head.

“They’re growing dragons,” Ramir countered as he cut off another piece of squash. “They need the extra sustenance.”

Kas rolled her eyes at her Father.

“Hm, if we can’t disguise them as dogs, how can we disguise them?” Eira asked.

“I believe some frost giants keep snow leopards as pets,” Ramir said.

“What?” Kas asked, and her violet eyes widened with horror. “Those monstrous things? How would they even fit in a cave?”

“They’re not monstrous,” Ramir chuckled. “You must be thinking of a giant snow leopard. That’s a whole different species.”

“Even regular-sized snow leopards are fairly large, are they not?” Eira asked. “I’ve seen a couple on my travels.”

“They are.” Ramir shrugged. “But not too large for a frost giant to keep.”

“I suppose they are very big.” Asta nodded.

“Do we have to kill a snow leopard for each of the dragons?” Eira asked, and her red eyebrows pinched together.

“You don’t need to kill any, dear,” Ramir said.

“I doubt the beast will just let us take some of its fur.” Kas pursed her lips. “And we don’t have time to scavenge for loose fur all over the place.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you won’t have to,” Ramir chuckled.

“What do you mean?” Eira asked. “Do you have a spell for us?”

“A spell?” The old man shook his head. “No. Not a spell. I’m afraid the spell Kas will use is the best one for the situation, but I do have some fur you can borrow.”

“You keep snow leopard fur on hand?” Eira asked, and her brow furrowed with confusion.

“I also have giant snake skin in a jar bigger than me in the back room,” the old man said, and he cocked his head to the side with an amused look. “What’s your point?”

“Nothing at all,” Eira laughed and put her hands up in mock surrender.

The redhead should’ve known better than to question why Ramir had something in his shop. After all the strange things I’d seen in the jars that lined his shelves, nothing would surprise me.

“Oh, that would be great!” Asta squealed. “I wish we could see them, though. I bet they’ll look like such cute little snow leopards.”

“I’m sure they will,” Ramir chuckled. “Didn’t Kas show you how to see them?”

“Oh, no.” Kas frowned. “I never thought about it.”

“Let me gather the materials,” Ramir said. “We’ll put the spell on them, and I’ll show you what they look like.”

“Thank you, Ramir,” I told the old man as he disappeared to the front of the shop.

I glanced over at all the little dragons passed out on the floor near the fireplace, and each of them had a fat little belly, including Svass. Actually, her belly was the fattest of all, and it protruded from her scaly skin up to the sky as she laid on her back and snored lightly.

Apparently, Ramir hadn’t figured out how to alter the size of the snack for the size of the dragon. The little female probably got the same amount of squash as the other dragons, though she was half their size.

I shook my head at them, and a moment later Ramir returned with a jar full of dusty white fur. He removed the lid and pulled a few strands out, and dirt fell from them and landed on the floor.

“They’re not the cleanest animals around.” He shrugged.

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