Please join me in welcoming Mike Pace to Novel Kicks and the blog tour for his book, First Descent.

There’s a wintry tension threaded through First Descent by Mike Pace, where echoes of an old Arctic disappearance begin to intersect with modern forces. The story moves between worlds shaped by myth, ambition, and shifting time, creating a steady sense that long-buried power is pressing toward the surface as the mystery deepens.

Eighteen years ago, Virgil Landowski embarked on a treacherous Arctic mission in search of a cave said to hold red diamonds and a primordial winter power. His disappearance left behind unanswered questions and a peculiar geode that his son Nick never understood.

Now a pragmatic mine foreman, Nick keeps his life simple—until a mining accident fractures the geode and exposes a hidden key. That moment thrusts him into an escalating chase through two converging realities: a contemporary world pulsing with corporate ambition surrounding the iconic Coca-Cola formula, and an ancient realm where sorcerers and shifting time wield formidable influence.

As Nick retraces his father’s final steps, he confronts enemies who will stop at nothing to bury connections linking the legendary recipe to an age-old force capable of unsettling the foundation of Christmas itself.

With every discovery, he draws closer to the truth his father pursued—one that could alter the balance between myth and the modern world.

Mike has shared an extract with us today. We hope you enjoy it. 

*****beginning of extract*****

Seventy minutes later, his lungs about to burst, Virgil clawed his way to the top of a rocky ridge and found himself standing on the edge of a clearing. The impossible sun had long since disappeared. No moon or stars; the sky hovered tight overhead like a suffocating black blanket. He glanced again at his watch. Deadline approaching fast. He needed to reach the center of the clearing quickly.

Expecting the level terrain to ease his journey, he set out. Almost immediately he sank thigh-deep into the powdery snow and struggled to move. Before departing from Nevada he’d considered bringing snowshoes, but his boots had been too bulky to fit into the bindings. Again, the trade-off had been warmth over nimbleness, and he’d chosen warmth. In retrospect, given that his lack of cleats had almost cost him his life and now without snowshoes the whole purpose of his mission could dissolve because he would be delayed crossing the clearing, a big mistake.

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