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Frozen Fate Series by Pam Godwin – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Thu, 23 Apr 2026 23:09:00 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Frozen Fate Series by Pam Godwin – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Rise of Ink and Smoke (Frozen Fate #4) Read Online Pam Godwin http://www.ilovenovels.com/rise-of-ink-and-smoke-frozen-fate-4-read-online-pam-godwin Thu, 23 Apr 2026 23:09:00 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/rise-of-ink-and-smoke-frozen-fate-4-read-online-pam-godwin Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense, Taboo Authors: Pam Godwin Series: Frozen Fate Series by Pam Godwin
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Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)

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A spinoff of the Frozen Fate trilogy by Pam Godwin, New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author.

Wolfson Strakh fought his way to freedom, and it still isn’t enough.
With ink-stained fingers and his fierce Alaskan family at his side, he should feel whole. Instead, the past clings like scars, leaving a loneliness that won’t release him.
Until Dove Rath blows it apart.
A runaway bride with a rifle, she’s the dangerous fairytale princess of his dreams. But she isn’t here to be saved. She’s here to end her stepbrother, Jag Rath.
Ruinously handsome and lethal behind a keyboard, Jag drags old darkness into Alaska, twisting protection into possession and loyalty into hunger. Curiosity sharpens. Desire flares. Boundaries blur. Secrets stir.
Jag’s past threatens the freedom Wolf bled for, the love he never expected, and the woman caught between them.
Now Wolf stands on another cliff, betting his life on love as everything ignites in a rise of ink and smoke

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“You smell different when you’re awake.”

~ Eddie B, Whistler Canada

One year ago

I sit in the hollow silence of my prison. No windows to the outside world. No lights to ruin the ambiance of hopelessness. No mouth-breathers to invade my hell.

Just me and my voyeuristic companion.

“Hello, Regret.” I can’t see a dirty godsdamn thing beyond the reach of my hand, but… “I know you’re there.”

Silent and cold, Regret stares back.

“Admiring my banging good looks again?” I stroke my full beard. “Four months in this cage, and I’m still a sexy beast. Jealous?”

No answer. Of course not. Regret doesn’t speak. It seeps. Slithers around my rib cage. Crawls inside my lungs. It’s the dark abyss squeezing my balls with clammy tentacles and yawning in my face, unimpressed.

“Serious question. Why are you so clingy? Got nothing better to do than lurk in the damn corner like a bad habit?”

Regret swells, filling my empty spaces.

I have a lot of those.

“I feel you smothering.” I chuckle bitterly. “Breathing down my neck. Rubbing up inside me like a dirty dick. I get it. I fucked up. Is that what you want to hear?”

A chill pebbles my skin.

I shove off the musty mattress, needing movement. And a smoke.

Titties would be good, too. A couple of supple pillows to rest my weary head. Can’t remember the last time I felt up a girl.

Never sounds accurate.

The room stinks of sweat and stale breath, of time stretching too thin, of Regret festering in my bowels.

I should be dead.

To think, if I hadn’t thrown myself off that cliff, I wouldn’t be trapped in a concrete room without basic necessities like smokes and titties.

Instead, I did the damn thing. I stretched out my arms like Caucasian Jesus, died for mythical reasons, and resurrected downstream, right into the manicured hands of Dr. Try-Hard.

Yeah. My captor is a medical doctor. Good for me. He mended the arrow wound in my arm, dragged me from the brink of death, and locked me in this tomb.

The best part? He has an unhealthy hard-on for the psycho who raised me. Like, he wants to be Denver Strakh.

As if.

Dr. Limp Dick is a cheap imitation. A dollar-store Dahmer. I’ve been here for four months, and he hasn’t tried to rape me or eat me.

Why not?

Why keep me alive if not to fuck my heavenly body ten ways to Sabbath?

I inhale deeply and regret it immediately.

The damp air, ripe with mildew, carries a sharp bite of antiseptic.

Bleach.

Urine.

Blood.

Unthinkable fluids live in these walls.

How many people have died here? How many bodies have rotted down the drain?

I curl my fingers, pressing them to my nose. It’s fine. I’m fine. I just need to think.

The facts are these. If I hadn’t jumped, I’d be dead. I would’ve starved with Frankie and my brothers. Or we would’ve crashed the plane and burned alive.

But I wouldn’t have died alone.

Now you will. Regret fists my stomach. You’ll die a virgin. Caged. Forgotten. Alone.

“What do you want from me? An apology?” My jaw tightens. “Want me to fall on my knees and beg for forgiveness? It won’t change anything. They’re dead. Everyone I love is dead, and I’m not. I wasn’t supposed to make it out. Not without them.”

My insides clench as Regret strengthens its hold.

“You love this, don’t you? Watching me tear myself apart. Watching me drown in my mistakes.”

Regret leans in, waiting.

“I know. You won’t let me forget her. Or them. Or the last thing I said…”

I definitely tried to kill her. She’s dead anyway. We all are.

The echo of my words scrapes through my skull like rusted iron.

“No.” I grip my head. “That was a lie.”

A cruel, desperate lie. One I needed Leo to believe.

I would never hurt Frankie. When I fired that gun on the cliff, I aimed wide, knowing I wouldn’t hit her.

What if she believes the lie? What if she thinks you tried to kill her?

“She’s smarter than that. She knows I only said it so Leo would put a hot one in my chest. But the moron didn’t pull the trigger.”

So I jumped.

And instantly regretted it.

I tried to break the fall, repositioned to absorb the impact, and narrowly avoided a jutting rock. I landed like a fucking baller. I mean, the river was brutal, but I survived. Obviously.

And now you’re trapped. Regret drapes a phantom arm over my shoulders. With me. Keeping me here. Feeding me.

“I can’t escape.”

Don’t pretend you want to escape me. The whisper retreats into the shadows. When you’re ready to talk again, I’ll be here.

I rake my fingers down my face, digging into my beard and filthy skin. I need to focus. I need to get the fuck out of here.

But where the hell is here?

The doctor flew me to this place. I was drugged out of my mind and half-dead as he hauled me from his plane to this outbuilding. But as consciousness flickered in and out, I saw…

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Heart of Frost and Scars (Frozen Fate #3) Read Online Pam Godwin http://www.ilovenovels.com/heart-of-frost-and-scars-frozen-fate-3-read-online-pam-godwin Mon, 23 Sep 2024 09:23:59 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/heart-of-frost-and-scars-frozen-fate-3-read-online-pam-godwin Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Suspense, Taboo Authors: Pam Godwin Series: Frozen Fate Series by Pam Godwin
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Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)

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I’m the silent ache, the shadow that lingers, the present from your past, the knife in your heart.

In the chilling finale of the Frozen Fate trilogy, Frankie enters a world far deadlier than the one she escaped.

A sinister threat lurks in the shadows, hunting her with a dark obsession as her savage protectors battle the rules of society.
Thrust into the civilized world, they spiral into violence and refuse to conform, their wild natures threatening to tear apart their bond.
Amid these struggles, her seductive billionaire husband fights to reclaim her love.
Caught between possessive men, a deadly stalker, and a legacy of pain, she must decide her fate.
Choose wrongly, and she’ll lose everything to a monster with a heart of frost and scars.

Tropes: Adult Romance, Age Gap, Alpha Hero, Angsty, Band of Brothers, Billionaire, Boy Obsessed, Close Proximity, Fish out of Water, Forbidden Love, Forced Proximity, Found Family, Heroine in Danger, Menage, MFM, One Bed, Poly (3+ people), Protector, Romantic Suspense, Scars, Stalker, Starting Over, Taboo, Touch Her And Die, Tragic Past, Troubled Marriage, Unrequited Love, Why Choose, Will They or Won’t They

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“My! People come and go so quickly here!”

Dorothy, The Wizard of Oz

1

Leonid

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Frost-laden shock clings to my heart as Monty parks the car on the tarmac.

An early spring fog casts a haze over the runway of Anchorage’s airport, the last vestiges of the blizzard lingering in dirty slush along the edges of the pavement.

The weather might have cleared, but the storm still rages inside me, its blinding flurries of resentment and distrust obscuring the path forward, numbing my senses, and leaving only a sharp, cold determination to protect Frankie from this new danger. Whatever the fuck it is.

She sits in the back seat, pressed tightly against Kody, her face ashen, her voice seemingly frozen in her throat. She barely breathes, her shoulders rigid and lips bloodless.

I hate seeing her like this, the fearless spark she usually exudes snuffed out, replaced by a dull, haunted look.

Kody’s arm wraps around her, holding her close to his side, his expression dark and brooding.

None of us have spoken since we left the lawyer’s office, the gravity of Denver’s revelations suffocating the car.

Beside me, Monty stares at his private jet through the windshield.

I don’t know the man, but I bet his hand doesn’t normally tremble like that.

He clenches it and reaches for the door handle, his face glowing with the shiner I gave him at the hospital.

“You said my reappearance made national news,” Frankie whispers. “But I haven’t seen a reporter since we left the hospital.”

“I took care of it.”

“How?”

“My public relations team is providing controlled, regular updates and exclusives, eliminating the need for invasive reporting. It only buys us a day or two. Long enough to fly to Sitka. Once we’re on the island, we’ll be out of the public eye, secluded, safe, and impossible to access. I also have security measures in place here and when we land to stop anyone trying to approach us.” He opens the door. “I’ll check on the plane. Stay here.”

He exits the car like he can’t escape our unbreathable air fast enough.

The door clicks shut as he strides away, a dark silhouette against the overcast sky.

I may not grasp the full scope of his influence over the media, but I understand the outcome. He’s shielding Frankie, protecting her from public scrutiny.

It’s an uncomfortable reminder of the power he wields.

Montgomery Strakh.

My uncle.

Kody’s half-brother.

Wolf’s father.

Frankie’s husband.

The part that I’m really struggling to wrap my head around is that Kody, the guy who’s been my little brother my entire life, is actually my uncle.

And we share the same woman.

Shit doesn’t get more tangled than that.

I don’t trust Monty, and he shouldn’t trust me. Yet the dumbass left the car running.

I’ve never driven before, but I can figure it out. The controls can’t be more complicated than flying a plane.

“Let’s get out of here.” I twist in the seat and find Kody’s eyes. “We don’t need him.”

“You sure about that?” He stiffens, his voice low and rough. “You heard what he said about the reporters. We can’t have them broadcasting her location. She’s in danger.”

“Apparently, being in danger is my new normal.” She curls her fingers on her lap, her words clipped. Angry.

Outside, Monty gestures animatedly as he converses with the crew beside the jet, preparing to carry us off to his estate in Sitka.

“This threat against you…” I soften my tone, not wanting to scare her more than she already is. “It’s worse than wolves and blizzards and starvation. You know why? Because we don’t know who or what it is. We won’t see it coming until it’s too late.” I thrust a finger at the man who is far too eager to help us. “The threat could be Monty.”

I expect her to react, to argue, to defend him. But she doesn’t. She glances in his direction, where he huddles into his coat and talks to the crew.

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Cage of Ice and Echoes (Frozen Fate #2) Read Online Pam Godwin http://www.ilovenovels.com/cage-of-ice-and-echoes-frozen-fate-2-read-online-pam-godwin Sat, 11 May 2024 14:57:02 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/cage-of-ice-and-echoes-frozen-fate-2-read-online-pam-godwin Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Suspense, Taboo Authors: Pam Godwin Series: Frozen Fate Series by Pam Godwin
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Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)

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Frankie’s story continues in this second book in the Frozen Fate trilogy by Pam Godwin.

Frankie and her ruthless protectors conquered unspeakable evil. But their fight to escape the hills of shivers and shadows is far from over.
Stranded in Alaska, survival becomes paramount against starvation, hypothermia, and the dangerous predators lurking outside their isolated cabin.
Sharing precious body heat with her viciously possessive men presents another challenge. She must navigate not only the brutal arctic tundra but also the intricacies of polyamorous love to ensure they make it out alive.
Tensions rise as the ice thickens, and their only hope rests on a plane they can’t fly.
Unless they unlock the secrets hidden beneath its wings in a cage of ice and echoes.

Tropes: Adult Romance, Age Gap, Alpha Hero, Angsty, Band of Brothers, Billionaire, Boy Obsessed, Close Proximity, Enemies-to-lovers, First Love, Fish out of Water, Forbidden Love, Forced Proximity, Found Family, Heroine in Danger, Menage, MFM, One Bed, Poly (3+ people), Protector, Romantic Suspense, Scars, Stalker, Starting Over, Stranded Together, Survival, Taboo, Touch Her And Die, Tragic Past, Troubled Marriage, Unrequited Love, Virgin Hero, Why Choose, Will They or Won’t They

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“Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.”

Alexander Pushkin

In the quiet of my heart, where death whispers, I tread softly, carrying the weight of Wolfson’s absence.

A week has passed without him. A deep, black void. Cold. Painful. Never-ending.

Like the polar night.

Like our empty bellies.

Somewhere north of the Arctic Circle, I stand at the frosted window of our cabin, watching snowflakes dance.

Our cabin.

My prison for over four months. Longer for Leonid and Kodiak. They’ve been trapped here since childhood.

With Denver and Wolf gone, it’s our cabin now. A cage of ice with frozen pipes, dwindling pantries, and echoes of the dead.

A permanent chill lives on my skin, my goosebumps the size of cherries. But it’s a welcome distraction from the ache within.

The heavy weight in my arms, Wolf’s saxophone case, holds memories etched in brass and melody. A relic of a tortured soul taken too soon. His haunting music used to fill these walls as vibrant and inimitable as the northern lights.

Now there’s just silence. A silence so swollen it chokes.

I feel guilty wearing his coat when he died in the bloodstained ruins of mine. I feel guilty loving his brothers when I couldn’t love him the way he wanted. I feel guilty taking a breath when I couldn’t stop him from taking his life.

I need you with me. We can finally be together.

He didn’t want to die alone.

Part of me, a dark, dangerous shadow, knows it would be easier to join him. To let the cold embrace me, to close my eyes and imagine it’s Wolf’s arms around me one last time.

I shake off the thought, my survival instinct still too strong. Even stronger is my love for his brothers. I would never do that to them, would never hurt them more than they’re already hurting.

The tread of boots drifts from the basement stairs, heralding Leo’s approach.

In the caress of candlelight, he emerges, a silhouette of sorrow, cradling a box laden with ghosts of the past. Within lie the remnants of innocence—clothes he and Kody wore as children—and the identities of women lost to this place. Among them, his mother.

My eyes, always on the brink of tears, look away.

Sensing my turmoil, he sets down the box, eases the case from my grip, and lowers it to the floor with reverent gentleness. His hands, red from the cold yet steady and firm, find my shoulders, anchoring me.

Our foreheads meet, resting together in a communion of pain.

“Breathe.” His voice is my lighthouse in the fog. “Again.”

Our lungs empty in unison, our breaths a coil of vapor.

“Want to talk about it?” His fingers dig in, massaging tense joints.

Wolf lives in my head in fragments, in flashes. Eyes that once held galaxies of mischief, now stilled. Hugs that once thawed the harshest winter, now phantoms. His punch lines and pet names, now lost to the wind.

Wolf.

My Wolf.

He left this world because it hurt him irreparably. From the moment he was born, it brutalized him, molested him, starved him of love, and ripped him apart.

No use talking about it. It won’t bring him back.

“We need to move forward.” I bury my hands in the fur of Leo’s coat. “I don’t want to cry anymore.”

Understanding shines in his mismatched eyes. “I miss you. Your smile. Your body. Your warmth.”

I sleep between him and Kody every night, swaddled in masculine heat. But that’s not what he means. He misses our intimacy. Our profound connection through sex. We haven’t been together like that in two weeks.

Days consumed by the relentless pursuit of sustenance and solutions leave no room for baser needs.

Nights, while tangled together in a pretzel of limbs, offer no comfort for longing hearts, only the stark reminder that every calorie must be conserved. Anything beyond tender whispers of love is a luxury we cannot afford.

“I miss you, too.” I hold my lips to his, soaking in his affection. “So much.”

Frustration sharpens his breath.

“This is temporary.” He steps away to collect the box.

“Forever awaits.” Whatever that means, however long it takes, I’m here for it.

I grip the handle of the saxophone case.

He snuffs out the candles. Then, hand in hand, we step outside, braving the maw of a howling blizzard.

Snow crunches under our boots. Icy air bites at our cheeks. The short trek to the workshop isn’t quick, thanks to the brutal, unrelenting wind. When we finally step inside and slam the repaired door on the storm, it feels like I traded one tomb for another.

Not enough candlelight to chase away the shadows. No heat source to cut through the cold. We’re out of coal and firewood, and the power system remains inoperable.

I’m afraid. Afraid of the isolation that gnaws as fiercely as the hunger. Afraid of the hope we put into a plane we don’t know how to fly. Afraid of a future devoid of Wolf.

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Total pages in book: 205
Estimated words: 204377 (not accurate)
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Abducted and taken to a remote cabin in Alaska, Frankie finds herself at the mercy of four feral men, each with his own dark secrets and twisted desires.With nowhere to run, she must rely on her wits to survive the harsh winter, trapped with them.As she delves into their mysterious pasts, she uncovers an insidious evil that feeds on loyalty and uses love as a weapon.Nothing is as it seems.In this desolate world where the monsters are as beautiful as they are cruel, trust is elusive. They torment her, protect her, and keep her in the dark.But to have any chance of escape, they must stand together.Or fall prey to the evil in the hills of shivers and Abduction, Adult Romance, Alpha Hero, Angsty, Anti-Hero, Band of Brothers, Billionaire, Bully, Captivity, Dark Romance, Enemies-to-lovers, First Love, Forbidden Love, Forced Proximity, Found Family, Poly (3+ people), Protector, Romantic Suspense, Scars, Slow Burn, Stalker, Survival, Taboo, Tortured Past, Touch Her And Die, Tragic, Vengeance, V-card Hero, Why Choose

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Prologue

Denver

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She watches from the bedroom window, her haunting green eyes fixed on the rainy gloom. On me.

She can’t see me. Not yet. She thinks she’s alone in her misery. She’s not.

I’ve finally come for her.

It’s time, Frankie.

Time to disappear with me.

She’ll never leave willingly. Of course not. She doesn’t know me. But I’ll rectify that.

Until then, her understanding of the situation will be a struggle. It’ll be an effort to bring her into the right way of thinking. She’ll fight and try to run, again and again, and I’ll take risks to keep her safe, again and again.

She’s worth it.

Without shifting her gaze from the window, she lifts an amber drink to her lips and licks the rim of the glass.

Kentucky bourbon. Always. With a splash of Amarena cherry juice and two cherries. Not the bright red ones. The dark, rich, juicy ones.

I bet her mouth tastes sweet and unique. Like her name.

Frankie.

It’s not short for Frances or Francine. Her parents named her after a grandfather she never met. Just like my parents named me after a city I’ll never visit.

We both lost our parents years ago, and I’m not sad they’re gone. We’re the ones stuck with the ill-fitting names.

But we fit together, and she has me now. That’s all she needs.

The longer I stand in the icy rain, waiting for her to look away from my hiding spot, the more certain I am that I’m making the right decision.

She’s worth every mile I traveled to this wet hole called Sitka, Alaska. She’s worth every second of the ice-cold naked swim I endured to slip undetected onto this private island. She’s worth all the preparations I made to steal her away and bring her home with me.

I’m doing this for you, Frankie.

And for my boys.

Christ, they’re going to love her. But not at first.

She’ll win them over. But not on purpose.

She’s unintentionally flirty. An accident waiting to happen. It’s those eyes. Those flirty, dirty, long-lingering, green eyes that make promises she doesn’t mean to make. She can’t help it.

Just like men can’t help growing hard at the sight of her.

Weak men.

I’m not hard. Then again, I’m not weak. I have discipline and patience, and she needs that. She needs me and my impeccable restraint.

Never mind that I couldn’t get hard right now if I tried. Not while standing stark nude in the freezing rain.

The cold doesn’t bother me. A little sleet is nothing compared to the subzero temperatures at home. I hope she has plenty of warm clothes and thick socks and a good pair of winter boots, and goddammit, why is she so pretty?

Long, wavy red hair shimmers like fire against her fair skin. All-natural. Full pink lips pout with despair. Also natural. And those tiny, upturned tits? Doesn’t get more natural than that.

She didn’t bother with a bra today as if to give her nipples permission to cut through her shirt and the glass window.

My boys will notice them, no matter their small size. She’s small everywhere—her nose, her hands, her breakable bones. The savages won’t know what to do with such a delicate, compact body. But they’ll learn. And they’ll thank me.

At last, she retreats from the window, and I make a break for the wraparound porch, bounding up the stairs in a few long strides.

I tread lightly, my footsteps soundless across the rain-soaked decking. With a waterproof bag of clothes tucked under my arm, I edge past one brightly lit window after another, stopping only when I reach the covered alcove of the rear door.

From the bag, I remove dry jeans, a thermal shirt, rope, and a pair of latex gloves. As I pull everything on, my attention doesn’t stray from the perimeter.

Towering trees canopy every acre of this private island, creating a false sense of isolation, an ambiance that wants so badly to be off the grid and roughing it. But there’s no roughing it here. There’s no barren wilderness. No endless winter. No hunger pangs.

The island runs on city power, for fuck’s sake. The closest hospital—where Frankie works—is only minutes away by boat, and the food isn’t caught or grown here. It’s delivered. By an overpaid servant. Just one of many who are employed by the lord of the manor.

Walking paths crisscross the property, but Frankie doesn’t walk on them. She runs. With full speed, high energy, and maximum endurance, she tears up those trails every day.

Good thing. Where I’m taking her, she’ll need every bit of that grit and stamina to survive.

More paths lead to the infinity pool, helicopter pad, gear shed, boathouse, and two docks made to hold large yachts. The main attraction, a cedar shingle and stone mansion, looks like something out of Alaskan Architectural Digest, if such a thing existed. It doesn’t.

No expense was spared on aesthetics and comfort. It’s the ultimate retreat home built for a billionaire who fishes for sport, not survival. Who decorates with hides from bears that were killed and skinned by someone else. Who pretends to be a man when really he’s just a pretentious little cunt.

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