Flashback ( PDFDrive )

seemed to have much success as they shivered through the final paces
to the icicle-crusted cave, which looked like a giant mouth jutting out
of the frozen earth, eager to devour them with jagged teeth.
“If the cold gets to be too much, I’m sure they have extra cloaks
tucked away somewhere,” Mr. Forkle told Sandor and Grizel as they
moved to join the other, much warmer-dressed goblin guards lined up
like sentinels on each side of the arched entrance.
“We’ll be fine,” Sandor said, shooting Sophie a look that seemed to
say, Be careful—and hurry.
She nodded, watching Mr. Forkle and Fitz disappear into the
prison. But she needed a second before she could follow.
Caves always triggered their own special flashbacks and
nightmares, thanks to her kidnapping. So she inhaled a few long
breaths to let the monster know she was still in control, before she
took a cautious step forward, out of the wind and into the cavern.
She’d planned to catch right up with the others, but the cave’s floor
was solid ice, so she had to tread slowly to keep from slipping. Plus,
her eyes needed time to adjust to the dim blue light radiating from
bioluminescent spheres dangling from the arched ceiling. Her breath
clouded in front of her and she focused on the burn in her tired leg
muscles as she followed a path that wound down into the frozen earth.
Soon everything was ice—the walls, the floor, the ceiling. No heat.
No kindling, except the clothes they were wearing—which might
actually be a problem.
“Should we be wearing something fire resistant, like we did in
Oblivimyre?” Sophie whisper-hissed, wondering why she hadn’t
thought to ask before.