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

by John Gwynne

“Looks like it’s going to be a quiet night for us, then,”

Famous last words

“Nothing wrong with a good hump,” Gunnar said as they stepped into the dell. “That’s right,” Revna said, smiling. “Especially before a scrap. Reminds you of what’s worth fighting for.” She looked at Lif and Halja. “You two should try it.” Lif’s face turned the colour of blood and Gunnar laughed loudly.

DEADDDD

Sæunn dropped her head, and when she looked up Orka saw tears glistening on her cheeks. “I don’t know what to do,” she whispered. “Whatever you wish,” Orka told her.

Andddd I'm crying

The world about her faded and Orka was running to him. Breca was running, too. She dropped her long-axe, skidded to her knees and then he was throwing himself into her arms, Orka stroking his hair, vision blurred with her tears, smiling, laughing, weeping, kissing his face, holding him tight to her in a crush of arms. “Mama, I knew you’d come, I knew you’d come,” he was saying, over and over through his tears.

My heart

Harek took a step back and opened his mouth. “ENEMIES,” he yelled, “ENEMIES IN THE CAMP.”

You stupid moron

Biórr hurled his spear and it flew hissing through the air, punched into the woman’s chest, pierced her coat of mail and hurled her to the ground.

REVNA NOOOOOO. BIÓRR I TAKE IT BACK YOU SUCK

A cry of pain and fury from the man crouching over the woman. She was still, now, a pool of blood soaking the ground beneath her.

I knew one of them would die but fuckkkkk it still hurts

“On your feet, mistress,” Spert rasped as all stared down at the rat god.

SPERT I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

Helka stood on the platform, proud and fierce, glaring at the dragon-born as her Úlfhéðnar surged towards them, and then Jarl Sigrún drew back her sword and stabbed Queen Helka through the back.

DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING