Cut wood on a windy day,
Row to sea in fine weather,
Murmer to friends in the darkness:
Many are the eyes of day,
Ask swiftness of a ship,
Protection from a shield,
Sharpness from a sword,
Kisses from a girl.
-Hávamál
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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...
