Ivar The Shadowless E-Book

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• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Beschreibung

"The Voluspa, the shamaness, had foretold he would gain his vengeance but lose something precious. He had thought long on this. What was most precious to him? His hound? His horse, His boat ? His sword? Did she really mean something solid; or something more elusive, his boldness, his courage? What could she mean? “All prophesies were like that,” said Ulf the oarsman, "unclear, tricky."

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Ivar The Shadowless

The alvar woman spoke, “Each soul is connected to all the others - when one kills, one kills a little of oneself." BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Ivar The Shadowless

There was once a turbulent time in the west when fierce raiders, from the 7th to the 11th century AD, came out of Scandinavia and attacked down the length of the Irish and Scottish coasts.

It was early morning.

Ivar slice, chief of the warbands, sat in the sunlight. His warriors lay sleeping still… save for Olvir, the watch.

Ivar had dreamt last night of the Skrimsli, the strand beast monster.

This was not a good omen for the coming battle.

He looked at his shadow, his skugga; it seemed diminished.

Would this next day be his last? He lifted his hands and said a short prayer to Odin for protection.

Olvir saw him doing this. Surely Ivar his chieftain was not losing his courage?

Olvir looked down into the glen where a mist, a dimma, lay thick yet on the valley bottom. Down there was the army of the Irish. He could hear the occasional whinny of a horse.

The norse warbands had left their boats behind them in a vik guarded by Sigurd one eye and some other men.

This was a vengeance fight. Diarmid blue arm  had killed Ivar’s father five years ago to this day and Ivar had sworn to hew Diarmid’s head from his neck just as he, Diarmid, had done to Ivar’s father.

But five years is a long time. Ivar had things to lose now not just his own life. Back then it had seemed easy to swear the blod feud.