A Christmas caper with more snowballs than sense.
Frosty wakes up in a Yorkshire village with no memory, a carrot nose, and the sort of combat skills that’d make Jason Bourne jealous. He’s hunted by bullies, paramilitary snowmen, and creatures that definitely aren’t in the Nativity – all while trying to figure out if he’s meant to save Christmas, or just survive it!
With only a lonely ten-year-old sidekick and a moral compass that’s seen better days, Frosty’s about to discover that being a hero is a lot messier (and funnier) than it looks in the movies.
This is not your nan’s Christmas story. Expect punch-ups in the snow, magical mayhem, and more festive chaos than a Boxing Day sale at Poundland.
If you like your Christmas reads with a dash of British absurdity, a sprinkle of mindless violence, and a generous helping of heart, THE FROST IDENTITY will fit right in your stocking.