Midnight Frost

that radiated off them—the same sort of intense wildness I’d felt ever since we’d stepped off the plane.
    Oh, I imagined that if I touched these gryphons, they would break free of their stone shells just like I always thought the ones back home would. But instead of attacking, I got the sense that these creatures would immediately spread their wings, take to the sky, and revel in the freedom of the open horizon. I don’t know why I thought that, but once the idea was in my mind, I couldn’t get rid of it, and it almost seemed as if I could feel the wind tearing through my hair—
    A hand clamped down on my arm, and a shower of pink sparks exploded, making me twitch my nose to hold back a sneeze.
    “Oh, come on, Gwen,” Daphne said. “Stop staring at everything. You’re acting like you’ve never been to a different academy before.”
    I tried to pull my arm out of her firm grip, but it was no use. Not with her Valkyrie strength. “You’re forgetting that you’re right—I never have been to a different academy before.”
    She glanced around. “Well, I don’t see what’s so fascinating about it. Now, come on. Everyone else is inside already.”
    Daphne strong-armed me up the steps, inside the building, down a hallway, and into the main space of the Library of Antiquities.
    Once again, I was struck by a serious sense of déjà vu—because this library looked eerily similar to the one I’d been in last night. A second-floor balcony ringed with statues of gods and goddesses. A main aisle that led to the checkout counter in the middle of the library. Study tables on either side, with shadow-filled stacks sitting all around them. There was even a coffee cart parked off to one side, although no students were gathered around it since it was still so early.
    But there were differences here too. The inside of the library was square and only five stories tall, making it seem short and squat in comparison to the one back home. The tower that I’d noticed outside took up the center of the library, with the three wings sticking out from it, like spokes on a wheel. More thick logs of lumber were stacked on top of each other, forming the walls and the supports for the floors above. Colorful rugs with a variety of Native American symbols stitched on them covered the floor, seeming like carvings that had been burned into the stone. I looked down and realized I was standing on the chin of Coyote. I murmured my apologies and stepped off the rug.
    But perhaps the most impressive feature was an enormous stone fireplace to the right of the checkout counter. It was made out of the same dark boulders as everything else and was easily thirty feet wide and flanked by cushioned chairs and couches. I could picture students gathered there, studying in front of the crackling flames. All put together, the library reminded me of some rustic hunting lodge. It wasn’t home, but I liked the look and feel of it all the same.
    Daphne let go of my arm and headed over to where Carson was standing with the others. I slowly turned around, looking from one side to the other.
    Finally, I peered up. Instead of being a dome, the ceiling here was divided into three sections, one for each wing, and they all rose up and flowed into the square ceiling that made up the tower in the middle. I tipped my head back even more, wondering if there was a fresco on the ceiling here too and if perhaps I could see it, since it was so much lower. There was a painting, and shadows cloaked much of it just like they did back home, but to my surprise, parts of the ceiling were crystal-clear—and the images revealed were all artifacts.
    Sigyn’s bow. The Horn of Roland. The Swords of Ruslan. The artifacts that Daphne, Carson, and Alexei carried were as clear as day to me, along with Vic, who was in my hand. I even saw something that looked like Ran’s fishing net, which I still had stuffed in my messenger bag. It looked like the same fresco as in the library back home, although this time, all I could make out were the artifacts—and not my friends carrying them.
    My gaze dropped to the second-floor balcony. It took me a moment to find Nike’s statue in the square pantheon, even though it was in more or less the same place here as it was back home. I stared at the goddess, and it seemed that her statue shimmered, as though it was some sort of heat mirage. I blinked, and I noticed that Nike’s head was tilted back, her gaze locked on the artifacts that I