The Hunger of the Gods (The Bloodsworn Saga, #2)

by John Gwynne

“He did not live up to his fair-fame reputation. I was disappointed.” Vol’s lip curled in a sneer. “I will remind you of that when he catches up with you.”

“I am not invincible,” Orka said, “but I am still alive, and though I do not seek out battle, that does not mean that battle does not still find me.”

“Losing a loved one, it is a wound like no other,”

She dropped to her knees before one of the corpses, threw her head back and screamed. Orka knew that sound. The echo of it still rang through her soul, every time she thought of Thorkel. Grief and rage mingled.

“Where is my son?” Orka asked her, not wasting her time on trading insults. Insults are for fools and cowards.

Brother. How have I had such good fortune to find these people, after so many years of loneliness and pain?

Friends were new to Varg and he prized them beyond all gold.

“The world is cruel and full of pain and dark deeds,”