The fear that thrums in my lower belly has to be hers it weighs heavy as lead, whereas my anticipation of battle has always been like the sparks of a fire, light and dizzying. Her heartbeat dictates mine her breath exits my lips. It is utter strangeness to feel the pair-bond now, on the cusp of battle. I can feel Tamsin in the hold of my ship. It’s a bright, changing day shafts of sunlight pierce through the clouds, illuminating spots of the river, and the country we’re poised to ravage. All around us, teeming green countryside parts for us, deceptively welcoming. We’re turning into the mouth of the river Clyde. I’m sweating on the leather-bound grip, eyes on the sails ahead of me. She learns why Ivar wears runes upon his skin… and how his deep knowledge of Freya’s teachings could benefit them all, if he could only set aside the pain of his past and his own obstinate attitude.īecause in the end, when faced with such staggering obstacles, the only thing they can truly rely on is each other. She learns much more about the men who are fated to her. But there is nothing quite like the stuffy intimacy of a siege camp to grow close to the men around you. It seems impossible she is just one Vanirdottir amidst this roiling mass of warriors. Tamsin and her Dubliners must scheme to break the siege apart. Norse voices rise into the air as Gofraid’s army settles in for the long haul, forming a siege camp full of thousands of cursed men. Up there, behind those high walls, hundreds of Vanirdotur huddle together to keep safe from the enemy. Ten thousand Norsemen, encircling the fort where Tamsin grew up.
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