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“Eldrafell, the fire mountain,”
the god-light.
souls of the gods who had fallen in battle, unable to rest, still waging their eternal war.
“It is… beautiful,” Elvar...
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“Life is for the living, happiness for the taking.”
she had thought of him
since he had kis...
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twilight,
“We must find the bridge and move on,”
greatest of all trees,
“Do not expect it to appear as it does in the tales.”
series of rolling hills
Isbrún Bridge
Fewer humankind lived on this side of the mountains, and those who did dwelled in isolated, stockaded steadings, rune-marked and defended by stout-hearted men and women.
she longed to prove her worth, to earn her battle-fame. To prove her father wrong.
sólstöður, the beginning of the long day,
night is banished from the sky for thirty days.”
The Seiðr-witch drew a seax
palm,
“Isbrú, opinberaðu þig, blóð guðanna skipar þér,”
pawprint.
Uspa’s foot came down on something solid.
guðljós lights
They formed into a shape, wide and long, a writhing, twisting bridge that arced over the vaesen pit to the land beyond.
Elvar felt a smile split her lips, excitement a tremor in her bones.
Something moved in the earth where she had been standing. A shape appeared, like a handful of pale, pink wyrms, glistening and writhing.
Grend, the only constant in her life, the man who had given her his oath and never broken it, the man who had sacrificed everything to protect her.
Elvar screamed, fury
fear mi...
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a man, wielding a spear with Berserkir speed,
The sight of Biórr gave Elvar a burst of new strength
Elvar shoved her way to Biórr’s side, her hand going to Grend’s throat, checking for a pulse.
“My thanks,” she said, squeezing Biórr’s arm. He gave a half-smile, grunting under the weight of Grend.
Behind her lay land that had not been seen or trodden upon by humankind for three hundred years.
“Ha, the Seiðr-witch speaks truth,”
akáll
Torvik said, “I will help you hunt your sister’s killers.
It will be hard to leave these people.
thought. I have grown to… like them.
“Forbidden ground,”
“That was the rune carved into the corpses of my drengrs.”
“I am a Galdurman,
fire
“Eldur,”
Varg felt a chill slither through his veins.
“I have worked on a farm my whole life,”
“Magic is magic to me, regardless of who performs it.”
“Almost destroyed us, mankind. And their offspring are no better. They fought in that war too.”
“But the Tainted, they chose to fight, wanted to fight, just as their cursed parents did.”
“Ulfrir the wolf-god was chained on the last day,”
