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    • The Adventures of Einarr Stigandersen
      • Book 1: Einarr Stigandersen and the Jotünhall
      • Book 2: Einarr and the Oracle of Attilsund
      • Book 3: Einarr Stigandersen and the Allthane’s Masquerade
      • Book 4: Einarr and the Demon Fleet
      • Book 5: Einarr and the Tower of Ravens
      • Book 6: The Isle of the Forgotten
      • Book 7: Einarr and the Crimson Shroud
      • Book 8: Einarr and the Shining Valkyrie
      • Book 9: Einarr and the Wolf’s Flame
      • Book 10: Einarr and the Ice Wolf
      • Book 11: Einarr and the Island of Thorns
      • Book 12: Einarr and the Paths of Stone
      • Book 13: Einarr and the Demon of Nilthiad
      • Book 14: Einarr and the Razing of the North
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11.1 – Tafl

11.1 – Tafl

Smoke rose from the roof of Jarl Rosta’s hall, but Einarr was certain his men were not the ones who set the blaze. All around him, men roared in the grips of the battle fury as Rosta’s rebels spat defiance at Einarr and his war band. The man he faced, broad-shouldered and red-faced, bellowed and…

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5.20 – Tuichu

5.20 – Tuichu

Runa was terrifying when she was angry. Jorir once again wondered if Einarr knew what he was getting himself into with her. They charged forward, and at every opportunity offered a riddle. Sometimes she even managed to best their opponent, which was really quite impressive when he considered their opponent was, if not Wotan himself,…

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5.19 – Deathmatch Tafl

5.19 – Deathmatch Tafl

“Any captured piece will be destroyed.” Jorir frowned. This may not have been the first time he played tafl for his life, but it was certainly the most overt. And while he had a partner, he had no way of knowing if she was as good as she claimed and little reason to trust her…

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5.18 – Closed Circle

5.18 – Closed Circle

Irding and Erik skidded across the room and into the wall on the far side, the impact knocking the wind from the younger man. That was most likely both of them with some broken ribs, Erik thought. Both men spoke at once as they came to their feet. “What did you think you were doing?”…

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5.14 – Raven Dreams

5.14 – Raven Dreams

Jorir held out a hand to stop the other two even as Runa charged forward. “Hard enough to get through this without anyone else stirring the air. No sense facing more than you have to.” Erik grunted. Irding, youth that he was, looked as though he wanted to scoff – right up until he opened…

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3.28 – Duelling the Shade

3.28 – Duelling the Shade

Einarr prowled around the clearing formed by the Allthane’s shades, his focus narrowing in on his opponent. With Troa and Jorir at his back, he had nothing to fear from the ring of enemies and so he waited, watching for his chance. The Allthane’s sword may have grown rusty, but Einarr thought the man’s spirit…

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3.21 – Enticement of Food

3.21 – Enticement of Food

Einarr once more offered Jorir the hilt of his sword in token of their pledge, and the dwarf grasped it without hesitation. “A test, my lord?” Jorir raised an eyebrow, his voice held low. “I was the one on trial, I think. Well, we gave them a story, anyway.” “You!” The show-off from the circle…

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2.19 – A Moment of Respite

2.19 – A Moment of Respite

The deck of the dromon and the rolling waves and the salt sea air faded gradually from Einarr’s consciousness to be replaced by the sound of wind through the trees and the rustling of grass in the mountain meadows surrounding them. He looked about to get his bearings: he was several paces farther forward than…

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1.28 – Midden Maze

1.28 – Midden Maze

I’m going to regret this, Einarr thought even as he fell. The darkness was nearly complete. Nearly, because the Isinntog about Einarr’s neck gave off a faint white glow.

Einarr’s legs plunged into the moldering kitchen refuse of the jotün and his dwarf. The smell that assailed his nose nearly made him vomit. Putrid meat, rancid fat, and rotting vegetables all mingled together in a slimy slurry that, by some miracle, only came to Einarr’s waist. He covered his nose and mouth with a hand.

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1.23 – Dwarven Tunnels

1.23 – Dwarven Tunnels

The dwarf stood from his seat at the table and brushed his hands off on his trousers as Einarr pocketed the king Runa had sent with him. He did not miss that his guide hooked an axe onto his belt before setting off, nor that the dwarf evidently felt no need of a cloak where they were going.

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