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“A rune-wrought chain, filled with Seiðr-magic by Lik-Rifa, the dragon, Ulfrir’s sister. It bound him tight and cast him down, and then Lik-Rifa’s followers swarmed upon him and slew him with many wounds.”
“And when Snaka was slain and fell, he br...
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“And many years later, as humankind began to spread through the world again, we found some of those links, buried in the ground, half-submerged in rivers or fjords, and we used Galdur-magic to break them down, to mix them with iron and forge the thrall-collars. Wherever they were found, that is where the first fortresses grew. Darl, Snakavik, Svelgarth in the east. That thrall-collar around Vol’s neck, there is a remnant of Ulfrir’s chain forged into it. That is how she is controlled. The same with Queen Helka’s Úlfhéðnar, and with Jarl Störr’s Berserkir. And the Galdur-tongue is used to
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Orka walked along
leading her horse
T...
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They were travelling back to the farm they were lodging at, which lay nestled in the curl of a valley up ahead.
“We think,”
But she owed these brothers a blood-debt
the thought of Breca
like a splinter in her heart.
I will find you, Breca, I swear it,
As long as we can do it soon. I must be away from here soon.
“We must kill Guðvarr and Sigrún, and quickly,” Orka said.
Darl
the fortress
River Drammur coiling about the town’s feet like a sleeping serpent.
They had also made their way to the docks
looked at Jarl Sigrún’s drakkar,
guarded by a handful of Sigrú...
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“When you want to catch a wolf or a fox, you bait a trap,”
Anger blinds some people, makes them more likely to make mistakes.
Pride and shame,
Both enemies of a long life.
Orka frowned, felt a tingling in her blood.
But Orka’s skin prickled.
“The plan has already gone wrong,”
Her blood was thrumming, the imminence of violence calling to her, dancing in her veins.
Part of her didn’t care.
A crossroad loomed ahead, straight on to Darl, south to the river, north to… The Boneback Mountains.
Grimholt Pass
This is what it must have felt like to be one of Orna’s daughters, Orka thought,
to fly and rule the skies,
she whooped with the ...
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She heard the thunder of hooves on timber as she crossed the bridge,
“I hope not,” Orka said.
“Because I want Guðvarr to follow us, so that you can kill him,” she said.
“North, to chase my vengeance, as your vengeance chases us,” she said, a cold smile touching her lips.
