Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
The Valkyries are gone, and Valhalla lies in ruin. Now, it's up to the Fae warriors left behind to save the human daughters of the women they were sworn to protect. As each comes into her power, setting an ancient prophecy into motion, Fae and Valkyrie offspring alike will be tested in ways they never imagined. Can the bonds forged between these fierce warriors and the Valkyrie who call their souls save the Light, or will Dark fall over the nine realms forever?
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Prophecy of the Valkyrie
"In a realm of shadows, five shall emerge, each carrying the sacred gifts bestowed by their foremothers. As they step into the light, the echoes of time will guide their way, revealing what once was lost. The Exiled, weary and burdened, shall embark on a perilous quest to restore honor for the Halls. Yet, a cautionary whisper resonates: tread carefully in the presence of the Forsaken. If the sisters falter, a torrent of great evil will engulf the realms, casting them into an eternal night."
-Prophecy of the Valkyrie
Glossary of Common Terms
This book includes some words in Old Norse, Swedish, Norwegian, and Icelandic, the languages of the Nothern people whose beliefs, myths, and stories are woven throughout this series. Some of the those commonly used throughout the series can be found below.
ja - Yes/Yeah
nei – no
lyststål – lightsword
Magn – Source of Fae power. Literally, power or force.
ímun-laukr – sword
seiðr - visionary magic
Álfheimr – home of the Fae
helvete - hell
skíta - shit
faen - fuck
níðingr – insult meaning cowardly, dishonorable person
eselballer – donkey balls
saurigr skítkarl – dirty bastard
ást-meer - sweetheart
hjartað mitt - my heart
solsken - sunshine
ljós – light
elskan-ljós - Beloved light
bittesmå ljós - tiny light
lyseste ljós – brightest
ljúfr - beloved
hermaðr - warrior
formaðr - king/leader
konung-ligr - royal
konunga-kyn - royal kin
helveteshundar- hellhounds
varulv – werewolf/wolf
Alt du gjør er gjort i kjærlighet – Everything you do, you do in love.
Du er i min verden – You are my world.
Hundre riker ville være for få til å inneholde min kjærlighet til deg – A hundred kingdoms aren't enough to contain my love for you.
Prologue
Marion
The flickering TV casts an eerie glow across my living room as I hover on the edge of sleep, fighting the urge to close my eyes and drift. Sleep brings dreams, and those are rarely a comfort. They never have been for me. My whole life, I've seen awful things. Evil things.
But I'm so tired that my eyes flutter and close anyway. I slowly begin to drift, swept away by darkness.
Bang, bang, bang.
I jolt upward on the couch, my eyes flying wide open. My heart races, adrenaline surging through my veins as I whip my head toward the front door.
Someone pounds on it again.
I glance back at the clock on the television. It's after midnight. What the hell?
I clutch my phone with shaking hands and creep cautiously toward the door, slightly afraid to look but fairly certain a robber wouldn't knock to announce himself first. At least, I don't think he would.
I'm not entirely sure. I've never been robbed before.
"Get a grip, Marion," I mutter to myself as I lift up on my toes to peek through the peephole. A familiar shock of flame-red hair has me dropping back down to flat feet again.
"W-who are you?" I ask the woman on the other side of the door, my heart in my throat.
My entire life, I've seen this woman in glimpses. Out of the corner of my eye. Standing on the street corner across from me. In my rearview mirror. She's there and then gone, nothing more than a fleeting shadow. She's a ghost with my hair and face, so hauntingly familiar. Yet, I've never met her.
When I was a kid, I used to tell myself that she was my mother, trying to summon the courage to approach me. But those naive childhood dreams died as the years dragged on, and the woman never emerged from the shadows. I became convinced she was simply a figment of my imagination, just a dream I sold myself to make being completely alone in this world a little less intolerable.
That dream seems a little too real with the sound of her knocks still echoing in my ears.
"Marion, please, open the door," the woman pleads, her lilting voice tinged with desperation. "You're in danger, dear one."
Danger…
An icy chill skitters down my spine at her words, confirming the sense of impending doom that's clung to me for days now. It's a creeping darkness, an invading wrongness, hovering just out of sight. Something is coming for me. I don't understand the feeling at all, but I know it in my bones. I feel it in my soul.
That instinctive dread alone propels me to twist the lock and allow her inside.
As she steps over the threshold, her fiery red hair cascading down her back, her emerald eyes lock with mine. Shock ripples through me. Looking at her is like gazing into a mirror. We could be twins.
Except, she's beautiful in an ethereal, otherworldly sort of way. There's something unreal about her, as if she doesn't belong in this world. Maybe it's just my imagination, but a soft, golden glow surrounds her, almost like she's radiating sunlight.
Is it the same as…? I shy away from that train of thought, afraid to chase it. Afraid of where it might lead, of what it might mean for me.