l Isa attire coupled with brown snowshoes, standing atop an icy fjord as w

lls tall like the wall around A

s of my mama Aslaugh's Northern Cunningfolk tribe, the Isa. Known for her icy demeanor, wry humor, and frosty dominion, she was unparalleled among huntresses, and alwa

e wrenched each hard exhalation out of me, Skadhi the Jotun goddess stared down at me peculiarly, her gaze unpassable, sizing me up. It was like being scoped out by an avala

y, Skadhi Ondurdis?" I shouted to be heard above the ripping wind, my balsam eyes burning wit

o rune li

r breasts were mountains, her hips like a jumping buck, her white wolf fu

of the Sorrows draws close. Right now, she is flying aback her father Wotan's gallows to the Northern Holds in Utgardr with her huldre court. She intends you to be her bride, as your mother once promised long ago in exchange

The mountain trolls skilled in magick and illusion and bloodwork, necr

into the mountains, into the inner worlds of Utgardr at the heart of the Dark Woods. So have the last of the Northern Cunningfolk Isa tribe of your birth. I suspect it is where Queen Jarngrimr is taking you now." Lady Skadhi

in my patroness' arms. Skadhi kissed his corpse lips,

eased, wild rip of a laugh, like a mu

ortent that you, my dear, are surely runni