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6.1 – Landfall
Runa coughed. Again. And again, Irding’s face fell into a scowl. Erik paid his son no mind, merely continued to row. Two weeks had passed since they had escaped the Tower of Ravens, and for two weeks they had been becalmed. Which meant rowing. A lot of rowing meant a lot of singing, ordinarily, to…
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Book 6: The Isle of the Forgotten
After escaping from the Tower of Ravens, Einarr and his companions discover that they have been transported to an unknown portion of the sea. To make matters worse, they are there becalmed. When a storm blows up, they take their lives in their hands in hopes of finding their way back to the waiting Vidofnings.…
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Freedom To Publish
http://www.thepassivevoice.com/freedom-to-publish/ As PG commented at the end, I am so glad to be dealing with first world problems.
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5.30 – Escaping the Tower
“I’ll catch up by the time you reach the apothecary room.” Einarr flashed a cocky grin at his liege-man before he dashed back into the room, toward the fireplace. Had the familiars left their feathers on purpose, like the Valkyrie had? He couldn’t say, but they were sure to be just as magical. Einarr bent…
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5.29 – Örlögnir
Runa frowned at the distaffs laying neatly in a row on the shelf of the loft. The description the Matrons had left them had only narrowed it down to two, and she seemed as reluctant to risk picking one up to examine it as Einarr was. “The Örlögnir untangles fate,” she mused. “Probably our clue…
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5.28 – Huginn and Muninn
A fireplace dominated one wall of the long, rectangular room, and in front of that fireplace stood a thick pine pole. A pair of posts extended out from either side of the pole, and once the feathers settled down Einarr faced the impassive stares of two enormous ravens. He swallowed. Unsure how one addresses the…
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5.27 – Raven-Door
“Would someone mind telling me why I have straw stabbing my back?” For someone who had just awoken from a grievous injury, Einarr sounded remarkably collected. “Presumably,” Jorir grumbled. “Because you did something reckless again. You must have left half your blood on the last floor.” “I assure you, the alternative would have left more…
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5.26 – Poultice
Runa’s song had become little more than a buzzing in the background of Jorir’s attention as he bruised the honeyed leaves in the mortar and prayed the other two would hurry up. At least Lord Einarr didn’t seem to be growing any worse now. Given enough time, the song magic could probably handle it. Only,…
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5.25 – Infirmary
“Be careful, Erik, don’t jostle him. That looks awful.” Erik let Runa’s fretting pass without comment, but Jorir snorted. “That’s because it is. That wound’s not exactly fresh anymore. He’s had to do some work to get out here.” The climb up to the fourth floor of the tower crawled. The stairwell was barely wide…
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5.24 – Second Chance
That cut on his side was going to be a problem. It wasn’t likely to kill him, he didn’t think, but the blood showed no sign of slowing yet. Well. A bandage was just cloth, and he was wearing plenty of that. Einarr gripped the hem of his tunic and tore. The fabric came off…
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