Phantom Frost

He's on a quest to find himself before they do. Shivurr remembers little before the Bodhi Institute, the secret government installation where he's been held and studied like a lab rat for the past decade. It hasn't been all bad, though, for a soda-pop-loving sci-fi fanboy, especially in 1983. He's got all the TV, movies and arcade games he could ever want. But lately, flashes of his forgotten past have invaded his dreams: Visions of an ancient chamber where the mysteries of his origin may finally be resolved.

After a week on the run, relaxing beachside is the closest thing to paradise that Shivurr can remember. Sunshine’s harsh for snow-based life forms, but he loves the ocean view. Besides, he’s got cold drinks, a hat full of his stolen memories, and more importantly—he’s free. Free of experiments. Free of the Institute. Free of the Bodhi Group.

August, 1983—Having travelled far and barely survived, Shivurr has returned to the islands of New Olympus. He’s more himself than he’s been in years, but his problems have grown too. From behind the Iron Curtain, the Eurus, a faction of renegade gods, have been plotting humanity’s cataclysmic subjugation via the Allfrost, the climate-altering machine he’s sworn to protect. And they’ve had years to corrupt it, unhindered . . . because of the Bodhi Group.

After a week from hell, Alan’s glad to be home. Having left the Institute in flames and Shivurr at Dublin Gulch, he and the gang drove straight home, happy to leave myths, monsters, and secret agents in the desert behind them.

Harland hasn’t had a week this bad since his time in the CIA. The Bodhi Group’s biggest secret, Shivurr (code name Winterboy), escaped custody a few days ago. All attempts at recovery have, so far, failed, and the search just got harder. Research sites studying ancient relics have come under attack by molten life-forms, hurling fire. No one seems to have a clue what they want or where they’re coming from, and the things aren’t talking. Whatever they’re after, it’s Harland’s job to end their rampage…or die trying.