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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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Tag: Wotan is kind of a jerk

9.31 – Reunion

9.31 – Reunion

Reki swallowed hard as Beatrix helped the battered Jarl to sit on a nearby rock before limbering her sword. The others fanned out behind Reki, ready to follow her lead. Soon she could hear the gentle swish of the oars through the water. Soon after, hushed voices carried to her ear. Familiar ones. She blinked….

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5.30 –  Escaping the Tower

5.30 – Escaping the Tower

“I’ll catch up by the time you reach the apothecary room.” Einarr flashed a cocky grin at his liege-man before he dashed back into the room, toward the fireplace. Had the familiars left their feathers on purpose, like the Valkyrie had? He couldn’t say, but they were sure to be just as magical. Einarr bent…

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5.29 – Örlögnir

5.29 – Örlögnir

Runa frowned at the distaffs laying neatly in a row on the shelf of the loft. The description the Matrons had left them had only narrowed it down to two, and she seemed as reluctant to risk picking one up to examine it as Einarr was. “The Örlögnir untangles fate,” she mused. “Probably our clue…

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5.28 – Huginn and Muninn

5.28 – Huginn and Muninn

A fireplace dominated one wall of the long, rectangular room, and in front of that fireplace stood a thick pine pole. A pair of posts extended out from either side of the pole, and once the feathers settled down Einarr faced the impassive stares of two enormous ravens. He swallowed. Unsure how one addresses the…

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5.27 – Raven-Door

5.27 – Raven-Door

“Would someone mind telling me why I have straw stabbing my back?” For someone who had just awoken from a grievous injury, Einarr sounded remarkably collected. “Presumably,” Jorir grumbled. “Because you did something reckless again. You must have left half your blood on the last floor.” “I assure you, the alternative would have left more…

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5.26 – Poultice

5.26 – Poultice

Runa’s song had become little more than a buzzing in the background of Jorir’s attention as he bruised the honeyed leaves in the mortar and prayed the other two would hurry up. At least Lord Einarr didn’t seem to be growing any worse now. Given enough time, the song magic could probably handle it. Only,…

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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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5.17 – Stenjätte

5.17 – Stenjätte

With a wordless shout of rage, Erik came hurtling back into the fray. It wasn’t just his own skin on the line, now that Irding had joined the fight, and that meant losing simply wasn’t an option. Was it really in the first place? His conscience muttered in the Captain’s voice and fell silent as…

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