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Cracking the Ice (Part 1 only now)
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Ongoing, First published Oct 16, 2017
After discovering the destination riddled with ice, our hero has to solve an ancient puzzle that wasn't even supposed to be there, faced with the inevitable fate of having to back track his every steps after realizing he has failed when he thought he was succeeding the whole time.

A tale of confusion, and a lesson in not only understanding the depths of his world, but the depths of hearts that were of the world long ago.
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WARNING THIS BOOK IS ONLY THE FIRST OF POSSIBLY MANY. READERS DESCREATION IS ADVISED! THIS STORY SERIES MAY CONTAIN DRAMA, DEATH, FLUFF, AND MORE!!!!!! MAKE SURE YOU VOTE AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THE BOOK! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A lot can happen in one year. Ka-thump! Link released his held breath as he watched the stag he was hunting drop to the ground with little grace. After the return of Zelda and the fall of Calamity Ganon, Link slaved away for one whole year doing what he could to keep himself busy. Then on one fateful day everything changed. Knock, knock, knock! Link looked to his door confused as he looked at the clock hanging on his wall. It was 3:30 in the morning. No one should have been knocking on his door, but what caught his eyes was the small envelope that slid under his door into the kitchen. He placed his cutting knife down and went over to the thing seeing his name written in extravagant hand writing he knew all too well. He flipped the paper over seeing the bright red wax stamp of a cursive S he had grown to love.