Books Set In Norway Novels & Stories

Luckily she was still quite fluent in Norwegian, although she had heard that the Norwegian was quite fluent in English as well. Oslo is not Megan's main goal. She still has to continue her journey, but is the Hardanger area which is close to the second largest city in Norway, namely Bergen. But this time Megan decided to fill her supplies in the city of Oslo and while making plans for where to live when she arrived in Hardanger later. Megan looked at the snow-covered hills from behind her hotel room. Being in a Scandinavian country made him think of Luvita—her mother who came from Norway. Her mother died before she could even learn to run properly.

Really strange. I slipped the cell phone into my jacket and pulled the sleeves of my parka over my hands. It was January and we were in the dead of winter. The days were now so short that the sun was setting again as soon as it had made it to the sky, and the temperatures were a good substitute should the freezer fail. Every breath conjured up little clouds in front of my mouth and now that the heat of the chase had subsided, I began to freeze. Another year was behind us. It was hard to believe how quickly time could go by.

I wandered through the compound until I found myself in the library, as usual. I browsed the shelves for a while before pulling out a thick book about the northern territories. The book was old, the pages yellowed and crinkled with age, but the hand-drawn illustrations were still beautiful. I got comfortable in one of the chairs near a window and began to read. Most of the content was about trade routes and pack histories, but one chapter caught my attention. It described the far northern mountains—the ones beyond the Thornwood, where no one ever set foot.

She’s playing her part well here. She’s composed, polite, so lovely it makes my chest hurt. She’s a beautiful, soft petaled rose… with poison-tipped thorns. “What was it like, growing up in Norway?” Wendy asks Lars, her voice warm with genuine curiosity. Lars leans back in his chair, cradling his beer like a storyteller about to hold court. “Solitary. But beautiful. During the polar night, the sun doesn't rise for weeks. You learn to live by moonlight. Skiing beneath the Northern Lights is truly extraordinary.”

But when they charge in, intent on messing with our cause once more, the three elders will be there to take his head, eliminating this threat once and for all! - While both Fleur and Tarlon were convinced that their unknown adversary would never pass on such an opportunity, Charlie was driving Vera through the snowfields of Norway. There really was no nitpicking the vast expanses and how sparsely populated the country was. The towering pine trees on both ends of the road were stacked with snow, and they would occasionally spot a wooden cabin far off in the distance. None of the cabins or surrounding town buildings were huge, and the structures were all painted so vibrantly that one would thi