A Frosty Tail

By Dawn Sister

When professional gardener, Liam Walton, falls and hits his head on his way home from work one cold, frosty, winter's night, he is rescued by a beautiful yet mysterious young man with ice-blue eyes, white blond hair and very cold hands.

Liam thinks his luck is improving when this man offers to stay the night in order to look after him. Things don't add up, however. There is something about this man that is intriguing but also just a little bit odd. An unfortunate accident leaves this mysterious young man with a bit of a memory problem, and Liam witnesses something that has him questioning his own sanity.

Liam is the only one who can help the mystery man and to add to the conundrum, the weather has gone crazy: storms one minute and brilliant sunshine the next. There are summer flowers growing in the lane and spring floods caused by autumn leaves. This all started when Liam's mystery man appeared on the scene. Is there a link? and if there is, what on earth can it be?

This story contains scenes of an adult nature involving physical intimacy between two men. There is also an awful lot of weather, a pretty white fox, a vicar that tells ghost stories and some very dangerous behaviour on a frozen lake (do not try this at home).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dawn Sister
• Release date: Dec 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463815847

Dawn Sister

Dawn is from the North East of England. Her life is spent juggling. The juggling balls are: children, husband, work (occasionally), voluntary work, professional knitting (notice she doesn't class this as work), and writing. When she has time she actually sleeps.The whole point of writing for Dawn is just to get it all off her chest and out of her head. If she doesn't write it down then she ends up having long conversations with the characters out loud and her husband thinks she's crazy."I like chocolate, coffee and donuts, sometimes all at the same time. I love evenings around a campfire singing in the company of good friends. I like listening to the dawn chorus even if I've been awake all night. I like reading stories with characters that are filled with hope even in their darkest hours. I like happy endings."

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A Frosty Tail

By Dawn Sister

Copyright © 2018 Dawn Sister

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Cover Design: Roe Horvat

Picture: courtesy of Aaron Burden via Unsplash.com

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Acknowledgements:

I would like to thank the usual people for helping me with this story, especially Suki, who is always there to beta, and Roe, who designed this amazing cover. Also, Alex, who runs the Rainbow Advent Calendar for which this story was written.

Thank you. You are all awesome.

Contents

Prologue

Chapter One: Frosty Encounters

Chapter Two: Frosty Gardens

Chapter Three: Frosty Stories

Chapter Four: Frosty Feet

Chapter Five: Frosty First Aid

Chapter Six: Frosty Promises

Chapter Seven: Frosty Evenings

Chapter Eight: Frosty Mornings

Chapter Nine: Frosty Lakes

Chapter Ten: Frosty Memories

Epilogue

About the Author

Other Books by Dawn Sister

Acknowledgements

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Prologue

When I was a child, I recall being told a story about how the foxglove came to be so called.

The Fox and the Fairy Queen

The fairy queen had taxed her fairy subjects to tidy up the forest, sweeping up all the leaves and debris and leave everything sparkling clean.

She loved how beautiful her forest looked in summer and autumn but disliked the amount of leaves that fell from the trees to litter the forest floor. She also disliked the idea that eventually winter would come. She thought that she could cheat or at least hold back the winter by ordering all the fallen leaves to be fused back into the trees therefore tricking them into thinking it was still autumn.

The fairies, despite disagreeing with their queen, followed her orders and spent all day tidying and replacing leaves. By the end of the day they were exhausted, but the queen kept finding fault with their work and made them sweep the floor several times over before she was satisfied.

Just as they were finally finished, and the fairy Queen was satisfied, a wandering fox appeared. All around the edges of the forest there were signs of winter but the forest itself remained untouched. Being a curious sort, the fox began to explore the very tidy forest floor, leaving foxy footprints everywhere. Out from each of his footprints spread tendrils of frost. The first signs that winter was encroaching on the forest despite all the efforts of her fairy folk.

The fairy queen was incensed and ordered the fox captured and hung upside down by his feet to prevent him from walking on her perfect floor or spreading the cold of winter through her forest. She did not wish the trees to sleep, nor the colours of summer and autumn to be leached from the land. She ordered that the troublesome fox be imprisoned that way forever.

The fox argued and pleaded with the queen, telling her that he had special work to do and that if she kept him from this work, there could be dire consequences for her precious forest home.

You cannot halt the passage of time, your Majesty. Winter must follow Autumn as sure as night follows day. He told her. Mess with the balance here and the equilibrium of the entire world is at stake.

She would hear none of it, so obsessed was she over how her forest should look.

No winter will come here to spoil the beauty of my forest. She scoffed at the fox. Especially not spread by a lowly, trickster of a fox.

The fairies once more, reluctantly followed the orders of their queen, but had heard the fox’s pleas and arguments. They had listened with growing concern, because they believed that this fox was special. He did not look like an ordinary fox. His eyes were as blue as ice crystals. His fur, as pure and white as new fallen snow and the frost-sparkled tips glistened like diamonds in the moonlight. He was indeed a special fox. He was, in fact, the spirit of winter, and his imprisonment could spell disaster for their forest home.

The fairies understood that the trees needed to sleep, or how could they wake in the spring, stronger and more beautiful than the year before?

Once their queen had gone to sleep that night, the forest fairies rescued the fox, giving him four trumpet-like flowers from a digitalis plant to wear on his paws as gloves so that he could move silently and not disturb the queen or to leave any tell-tale fox prints as he escaped from the forest.

At the edge of the forest, he thanked the fairies for their help and warned them to prepare for the imminent winter. He took off the flower slippers and disappeared into the night, leaving sparkling patterns of frost everywhere his paws touched the ground.

Winter finally arrived in the forest that night. The carefully replaced leaves fell from the trees and were covered by a blanket of soft white, sparkling snow.

The fairy queen, though she had been rather silly to try to stop the passage of the seasons, was not punished, but just to make sure she didn’t try to interfere again, the fox cast a spell that would keep her asleep until the first day of spring.

When the fairies picked up the discarded flower gloves in order to get rid of any evidence that they had helped the fox, they saw inside that they had been marked with the delicate paw prints of the frosty fox.

The flowers have born the fox’s mark and name, ever since.

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A Frosty Tail

Frosty Encounters

The icy wind took Liam’s breath away as he rounded the corner of the lane and headed for home. It was only five o’clock, but darker than pitch. There was supposed to be a full moon tonight, but it hadn’t yet fully risen.

Liam tugged his knitted beanie hat further down over his ears. He pulled the fur lined hood of his parker over his head and brushed his dark hair out of his eyes. The wind was bitter, nipping relentlessly at his exposed cheeks and fingers. His final act of protection from the cold was to fold over the mitten tops of his fingerless gardener’s gloves. His fingers had grown numb from the cold hours ago, but he’d been unable to cover them and continue to do his job. They’d take an age to thaw out. That was the downside of having a career that kept you outside in all weathers and all seasons. The life of a professional gardener was not for those that couldn’t cope with the cold.

The weather had grown steadily wilder as Liam had finished his last but few gardening jobs of the year. Tomorrow would be his last day before he took a well-earned break. Tomorrow would also be the twenty first of December. Winter Solstice; the longest night. He always took time off during the darkest part of the winter. He felt a gardener’s job was to sleep along with the trees and plants they tended. He worked long hours in the summer, so he could take his break now. From tomorrow, until mid January, he was planning to hibernate.

The tarmac road gave way eventually to gravel and finally became dirt track. The trees and hedgerow that lined this stretch of the track leading to Liam’s cottage grew in a dense tangle, their branches entwining above his head. Even in the winter, when the branches and twigs were bare of any foliage, they formed a dark, forbidding canopy.  Liam was prepared. He’d walked this track almost every day since he’d moved into the village of Kirk Alton four years ago. He took out his torch, his numb fingers fumbling to find the button to turn it on. It wasn’t that he didn’t know the way home like he knew the back of his hand, but with the weather so wild and the ground frozen, he didn’t want to stumble over any branches or slip on any ice.

He shone the torch along the path in front of him and gasped as the beam caught movement: a flash of frost-sparkled silver in the shadows of the tree-lined track.

The white fox was back.

Liam had seen the beautiful creature several times over the last few weeks, each time on his way home, mostly at twilight. The fox was becoming a creature of habit, because he’d seen it every night this week so far.

Tonight, it didn’t follow its usual course of action, which was to run as soon as Liam’s torch beam caught it. Tonight, it did something different. It sat on its haunches in the middle of the track as if waiting for him, and Liam had to remind himself to breathe when he realised he was holding his breath. He switched off his torch, and allowed his eyes to adjust, focusing on the white fox, now bathed only in the rising moonlight.

Hello. He huffed out the word softly. What are you up to then?

The fox tipped its head to one side, as if listening to him. Its fur was whipped by a wind that Liam couldn’t feel as he stood in the shelter of the trees, the white tips glittering, like frost-covered cotton grass.

Frosty the fox. Liam whispered as he took a few tentative steps forwards. How close could he get tonight? He was never certain when it was going to run. Usually, when it caught sight of Liam. Tonight, however, it was waiting. For what, Liam couldn’t fathom.

Again, the fox tipped its head to one side, cocking its ears, studying Liam with an intense, vulpine stare.

Liam was close enough to see its eyes now and although he could not see the exact colour, they were bright and light, crystal clear, standing out like beacons in the dim light.

Wow. You are stunning, Liam whispered.

Before one breath