#icequake

Icequake (Ice Age) - Richard Kane Ferguson

Icequake by US-born naturalized Canadian author Crawford Kilian, a now-retired college professor and occasional Aurora Award nominee, is the 1st novel in his Icequake series of sfnal disaster survival thrillers, free for a limited time courtesy of publisher Endeavour Press' Venture imprint.

This was originally published in 1979 by Canadian publisher Douglas & McIntyre, and also picked up by the UK's Futura and Bantam Books in the US. The “series” actually appears to be a loosely-related grouping of similarly-themed standalones with no obvious recurring characters.

This story takes place in Antarctica in the then-near future (circa the 1980s), as a group of scientists and explorers are stranded at their remote station which is cut off from communication by changes in the magnetic field following the titular icequake and gradually drifting from its original position, and must make the difficult decision of waiting for an unlikely rescue amidst the increasing peril, or making the dangerous journey over to another station to save themselves.

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Tsunami: A Post-Apocalyptic Survival Thriller by US-born naturalized Canadian author Crawford Kilian, a now-retired college professor and occasional Aurora Award nominee, is the 1st novel in his Icequake duology of speculative fiction disaster survival technothrillers, free for a limited time courtesy of publisher Endeavour Press' Venture imprint.

This was originally published in 1983 by Douglas & McIntyre, and was later reprinted by Bantam Books. The setting appears to consist of self-contained standalone tales exploring post-apocalyptic disaster aftermath themes, set on a near-future (as of the 1980s) Earth whose atmosphere has been severely damaged by solar flares, leaving humans extra-vulnerable to UV radiation and other problems when disasters, natural and otherwise, begin to occur.

This story takes place in a San Francisco hit by a tsunami, from which the residents are able to flee to high ground, only to find the true survival challenge awaiting them in the broken infrastructure and altering remnants of civilization left in its wake.

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Mid-September as per request since did not want to divulge actual birthday - which is PERFECTLY FINE.

Mid-September - “You wouldn’t dare!" Skye/Bobby (Iceman) for @greennonmonster

Fits into the Elsaverse (Elsaverse part 1, part 2)

“You know,” Skye said thoughtfully as the two of them sat together, feeding each other bites of the wedding cake samples and laughing, “it would be absolutely hilarious if you did get up and sing Let It Go at the wedding.”

“You’ve had too much sugar.”

“But it would!”

“No.”

She gave him a pathetic, pleading look. Bobby folded his arms and gave her a cynical stare in return. “Forget it. I love you beyond reason, but that is one step too far. I am never singing that song ever.”

She pouted, but she could already tell she wasn’t going to get her way. “Well, maybe I should get up and sing it then.”

“No.”

She smirked at him.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Even as he said it, Bobby realised he was making a mistake, that Skye never could resist a challenge.

“No? What would you do to me if I did?”

“I’d spank your ass black and blue!”

Skye leaned her chin on her hand and deliberately took his cake fork, sucked icing off slowly before smirking at him again. “Promise?”

Bobby groaned, watching helplessly as her little pink tongue swept over the fork tines. “Skye,” he said huskily, forgetting briefly that he was supposed to be convincing her that she wasn’t going to inflict That Song on him at their wedding. She chuckled softly, dropped the fork on the table and slid out of her chair and into his lap, winding her arms around his neck.

“The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint to be seen,” she sang softly into his ear, holding on tighter as he tried to pull his head back, kiss her to silence. “A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I’m the… King.”

“Oh god please stop.”

She carried on singing, through her laughter, at least until he deliberately shoved his hands up inside her shirt and froze them against her skin, at which point she screamed with outrage.

“That’s not how I meant you should let it go!”

“Then you shouldn’t be encouraging me to build castles of ice.” He grinned as she finally pulled back to look at him. “You started that, honey. Don’t be pissed at me for finishing it. No singing that at the wedding.” Recognizing the mischievous glint in her eye, he hastily added “Or any other song from Frozen, Frosty The Snowman, or whatever other ice, snow or winter-themed song might pop into your devious little mind.”

“You are no fun.”