The First Girl Child (The Chronicles of Saylok #1)

by Amy Harmon

“Women don’t make great warriors,” Ivo spat. Dagmar didn’t respond. He didn’t agree. A mother was the fiercest warrior of all.

“C-c-can’t l-lose y-you,” Bayr had stammered, and there were tears in his eyes. “I am yours, Bayr. Always. My heart is yours. My spirit is yours, and even when I’m dead, I will refuse Valhalla, and I will follow at your heels, watching over you,” Dagmar had promised.

“Mayhaps my body wants to live,” she whispered. “But I do not.”