Odin, Allfather,
Make me fast and accurate,
Let my blade strike true,
Make my arm swifter than any who would seek to destroy me,
Grant me victory over my foes.
And when my death comes,
Let not my last thought be "If I had only..."
But rather let the Halls of Walhalla ring with my name,
And let me die atop a mountain of enemy corpses.
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Tales of Infamy (Viking)
Historical Fiction"I shall think of you every time the sun shines upon me." He whispered against my skin. "Every time my heart beats." Thyra was raised on the sagas. She tells the stories to her nieces and nephews, she prays to the gods for a son of her own. But when...
