The Shadow of the Gods

“Our choices decide the future. Who we trust, who we love. And our choices will determine what comes of the treasures we find at Oskutreð. Kin are not the answer. Blood is not the answer.”

Uspa looked at her with pity and sympathy in her eyes. She shook her head.

“To be young and naive,” she said. “Blood is always the answer.”

Can the sun be cold, or the sea be dry, or the wolf become a lamb?”

“I am blood. I am death, I am vengeance,”

She knew well enough that the braggarts like Guðvarr were not the real warriors. It was the ones who never threatened violence…

pink, hairless skin

When gods go to war, it is no small thing. The world was broken in their ruin.”