Tyrfing is mine! Kings and chieftains will tremble at the coming of Hervor Angantysdottir! With my father’s sword, I’ll carry off the plunder of nations and win great honour for my name!
Such was my ignorance.
This blade has already cost me more than I can bear to speak of. I can’t even bring myself to draw it—not again.
Even if it means getting crushed by the Romans.
I find myself a prisoner in the camp of General Sarus—a commander as cunning as he ruthless. I surrendered hoping he’d see my worth as a Nordic Princess and a shieldmaiden of high renown. But to him, I’m just a savage. I get two choices. Baptism or slavery.
Loki. I’ll die before I accept the Christ-god.
But when we start marching north to contend with the Germanic Coalition, I start rethinking my decisions. Because if we meet who I think we will, my only hope of survival is Tyrfing—the blade that’s destroyed my family for generations.
I only wonder what it will take from me this time …
Bewitched at a young age by all things to do with swords and magic, Canadian fantasy author Timothy J. R. Rains spent his youth slaughtering Minotaurs in the misty woods of rural Nova Scotia.
He studied cartography at the Centre of Geographic Sciences and has a degree in theology from Briercrest College. When he isn’t caught up in another dimension, he’s usually out in the middle of some cold river with a cigar in his teeth and a fishing rod in his hands. He lives with his wife and two children in Riverview, New Brunswick.