Wolf, Willow, Witch (The Gideon Testaments, #2)

by Freydís Moon

Power was a borrowed thing. Sometimes the gods soaked her to the bone, and sometimes they left her parched and desperate, scrabbling for a sacrifice that would earn their favor.

“Your ancestors conquered the land and the sea,” she whispered, staring at her reflection. “You are a daughter of Freya, child of the north, descendent of shield-maidens.” She nodded at herself. “Take no shit, bitch.”

Many people had decided on Tehlor Nilsen. Crafted a personality for her, assumed her past, predicted her future. But Lincoln Stone was the first person with enough audacity to trick her.

Radical hope was a drug like no other. Tehlor knew that better than anyone. And it led to hysteria more often than not.