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“The Ashen,” began Harpa, “are all things in this kingdom blessed by Sunnvald.”
But it is said that the Volsiks contain an additional blessing from Sunnvald.
Sunnvald selected among all humankind your bloodline to keep order in the kingdom.
“You must take a step back before you can move forward. You must learn how to surrender.”
“Perhaps a winged beast too heavy to fly or something that could not leap the fence,” Rey said.
“The protection rune?” asked Vig, breaking the silence. “No,” said Rey. “It is upside down, which means…” He cleared his throat. “That is the death rune.”
“We believe the queen is plotting against her husband.”
“We’ve reason to believe the queen is using the Klaernar to steal Galdra for her own purposes. We believe she is building a weapon to seize control of the kingdom.”
“Before Cohesion, a Reader can read the thoughts. But after Cohesion, a Reader can”—she hesitated—“write the thoughts.”
“It strikes on a seven-day pattern,” she’d heard him tell Vig. “First, your sheep. Next Váli, then Ástrid. Do not let your guard down.
Ana’s gaze met Saga’s for one heartbreaking second. “Because my sister was put to the pillar in Eisa’s place.”
Emotion burned in Saga’s throat as she thought of little Bryndís, who’d died so Eisa could live.
She’d stolen the leaves while a woman lay dying, and with that, Silla had lost all sense of who she was. It had been a vile thing to do, so despicable she did not recognize herself.
“It didn’t eat a serpent. It is a serpent.”
He wanted to hold her, wanted to shake her, wanted to kiss her and strangle her all at once.
Kissing her was more than mere need. It was a compulsion against which he was helpless.
“Let me make this clear to you, Silla. There is nothing uncertain in how I want you.”
Once again, she was frightened. And once again, Reynir Galtung was by her side.
“A good girl you are, my darling Svalla,” said the king, much to her surprise.
“But I miss her so much.” The king let out a long breath, and his whole body seemed to sag. “I’m sorry.” Silla looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
“A life for a life,” said the king. A blade flas...
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A white-hilted knife had fallen to the flagstones, and she stared at it hard. There was something evil about that knife, a vile, horrid presence pouring off it and into the air. The tip was red, and a warm trickle dripped down her neck, wetting her dress.
Ana was her punishment. How foolish Saga had been to think that she was the one who’d pay for her rebellion.
“It has the feel of chaos magic, causing disorder within her aura.
“Your unkind has all the fierceness of Helga the goat.”
“You make me happy, Sunshine—so damned happy it terrifies me. But the thought of losing you terrifies me even more. I want this. I want you…us.” Rey paused. “And if you never want to be Eisa, it won’t change how I feel.
Reynir Galtung was large everywhere.
“So beautiful,” he whispered into her hair. “Your hair, and your lips and your heart.”
In Silla’s last vision, Svalla had been a young child. But now she was a grown woman. A queen.
Please, my daughters—they must be protected.”
“I don’t want your life, Svalla,” said the thing. “You’ll be dead soon enough on your own.”
“Serpent and dragon are Myrkur’s children. But the tree and the queen. These I do not know.”
Saga thought of Ana, of how she’d taken her pain. Could she do this for Rurik to give him an edge? But she’d never been able to find the thread of Rurik’s thoughts,
Magnus might have branded her a pet, but Saga had been the one to cage herself away.
“They burned you?” Rurik’s rage was palpable, radiating off him into the night sky