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

by John Gwynne

I am helping Orka Skullsplitter dig a grave, and her one of the most fair-famed and feared warriors in the whole of Vigrið.

varg having his ✨️fan girl moment✨️🤣

“Kill your enemies,” Glornir said. “Aye, and make a mountain of their corpses,” Orka finished.

“Did someone say free cheese?

“Hold it away from your body, so that you will not be skewered by any weapon that pierces the shield. Cover your body like so,” she said, hefting the shield so that it covered her from thighs to neck. “And once in a fight, never hide your face behind it so that you lose sight of your enemy.”

Thats what they taught to varg :`[

Einar pretend he was too slow to catch the children, allowing

Einar is so simple for being a big fucking oaf

“Out,” Røkia said, slapping Hakon’s bare arse with the flat of her spear blade and he hopped forward with a squawk. Svik blew a kiss to the naked woman trying to hide beneath the furs as they all left the room.

🤣👏🤣👏those two are so spicy

“You have come, then, wolf-child,” Ulfrir said.

SCREAMING

“So,” Spert snapped, “Spert didn’t agree.” He sounded angry with her, but that wasn’t unusual. Orka looked to Vesli. “Why did you not go?” she asked the vaesen. “Because mistress Orka and Breca saved Vesli, when even her own kin cast her out,” Vesli said, her mouth twisting. She looked… hurt.

😭😭😭😭

To grieve is to be trapped in a world of loneliness.