Very nice Sandi! I so wanna read these one day soon 🙂
The year is AD 834.
The place is Wexford, Ireland – once known as Éire. The Green Island.
The man is Agnarr Halvardson from the village of Balestrand in Nordweg. Years ago, as a younger man, he raided Éire and found himself drawn to the island and her people. Now, he’s returned. He is
She was just about to open her mouth to tell him she didn’t want any tea but wanted to hurry home, when the air seemed to get heavy around them and lightning cracked in the thickening clouds overhead.
“Thor!” The Northman’s face filled with awe and dignity. He gripped the talisman he wore around his neck and said something she couldn’t comprehend. Thunder followed and then another three strikes of lightning in quick succession.
“God in Heaven, have mercy on us,” Aislinn whispered, poised for flight. Her heart pounded and her breath…
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