Battle of Magics: Ice or Earth?

Battle of Magics: Ice or Earth?

Which is better, Ice or Earth?
Let me fill you in on this particular (not-so-random) question. I began contemplating whether ice or earth was the better element when… (drumroll please) a character in my M/M romance novel The Frost or the Bite began wondering the very same thing. 

Yep, did not have to strain myself to come up with this question. 

The quick context is that my protagonist Jack needs an element’s protection to wield magic and he’s torn between earth magic and ice magic. Jack will come to his own conclusions in the novel, and those conclusions will also tie into a potential relationship with a sexy wolf shifter, but I figure we can conduct some ‘research’ of our own and answer this ‘age-old’ question once and for all. 

‘Objectively’ speaking, which is better? Ice or earth? Ice magic or earth magic? Okay, how I phrased it is technically more than one question. Oops.
(By objectively, I use that in the sense that this will be totally subjective) 

We can’t select a winner by testing out the magic for ourselves, because our world doesn’t have real magic. (If magic is real, then I seriously demand to be let in on this secret right now.) 

We do have seasons and those seasons correspond to the elements in question pretty well, so let’s look there to see whether earth or ice gets the first point. Earth represents fall, and ice represents winter.

Fall vs. Winter

Fall is the season of leaves changing colors, cozy sweaters, and people calling other people basic for liking pumpkin spiced everything. Fall is my jam and also happens to be when my birthday is.  Not only do I love sweater weather, the song Sweater Weather is also awesome, so bonus points. 

(And while hairless cats are kinda creepy, the cat in this picture is also wearing a sweater like his human buddy so bonus points there too)

What about winter? Winter has gift exchanging holidays and good food but it comes at a steep price. Frozen wastelands and snowy nightmares. I know some people do like the cold and snow. I’m really not those people. Any kind of icy surface makes my balance terrible. And since I moved to North Carolina, it’s less freezing in the winter than the Midwest where I’m from. So now I have even less tolerance for the cold.

The Winner

I’d definitely say fall is better than winter. I can’t say I’m very in tune with nature or am a very earthy kind of person, but I have always wanted to be more of a nature loving hippie. That makes fall the winner of this round. I wasn’t lying about how totally (not) objective this would be.

Of course, my preferences may be totally different than your own. So what’s your favorite season?  And if you were a witch, wizard, or non-gendered caster, would you rather have ice magic or earth magic? Let me know!

After the end of the first round, Earth gets one point. 

That brings the score to Earth: 1 Ice: 0

Next time, we will look at which element is stronger… sort of. (I did briefly try to research common types of earth and ice magic that show up in fiction, to determine which one is strongest. But then I decided to have more fun it and so our next test of which is better is… along those same lines of which is stronger, but in a much sillier way.) 

Jack’s Choice

When it comes to Jack Blanchard, he doesn’t need to look at the seasons to compare ice and earth. He has real magic. Magic that allows him to create a block of ice or let flowers bloom. 

But he’s having trouble choosing the element that’s right for him. Jack needs to decide between ice or earth or he risks not having magic at all. This is when a certain werewolf stumbles into his garden and helps him discover what and who he truly desires.

What does he choose? You can grab your copy of the novel here and find out. And yes, it’s available in Kindle Unlimited.

New Fall Story

New Fall Story

Here’s a snippet of what I’ve been working on today. Boy meets boys in a coffee shop.

The scent of coffee hung heavy in the air, naturally, but mixed with other scents of the season. I watched the staff work as I waited in line. I detected crisp notes of apple, hints of warm cinnamon, and the enticing aroma of other fall spices.

Others behind the counter were rushing around frenzied, but now that I noticed one of the baristas in particular, I saw that he was different. It took more than an afternoon rush to rattle him. He smiled at each person who came up to the counter and I was struck by how genuine it seemed. There’s no way he could be so friendly. Not while teenager after teenager poured in here after school for a caffeine fix, rattling out orders and huffing impatiently. Yet he was easy going, the calm in the center of the storm.

Lately, my life held a whole lot of storm and not much calm, so someone like that held a certain amount of appeal at the moment. Even if otherwise he might not be type. I wondered if his brown hair would feel as soft as it looked and what it felt like to have a posture that relaxed posture.

He was a free spirit maybe, or an artist. There were faint marks of color on his arm that he hadn’t quite washed off and eclectic wristbands on one arm. One of bands was a rainbow, which might be why Quinn assumed he played for my team. And the once over he gave me when we finally made it up the counter made me agree with her hypothesis.

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