Norse Halls Novels & Stories

DETEMPELOFJitON “Russia, have you ever seen anything like this? asked Woolley, surprised at his words. Ragnar looked at his wolf brother and shook his head. He had to admit he wasn't. The harbor was large and strange. A huge bend of black rocks led to a large lake covered with black beaches. There was enough room for thousands of dragonships to meet at once without being overwhelmed, and Ragna knew it was time for trade. People came from overseas to buy ax heads, spear blades and all kinds of metalwork. It wasn't the size of the port that caught Ragnar's attention. There were buildings around. The smaller one, twice the size of the long long hall at the back of the house, was the largest bui

My father may be dead, well that makes me the queen then doesn’t it. Declan hasn’t realised it yet. He will tonight. The Rogues know their way around now at least. The Black Hall forms the central hub. From that space there are nine legs, long narrow red-floored corridors from which endless rooms with the same red-painted metal doors show. Each door is numbered and each corridor has a distinct purpose. Corridors one to four are accommodation. Five and six are for food and drink storage, seven contain heating pumps and whatever else those filthy little bald men do to keep this place warm.

The place that struck her as a viable option was a museum, supposedly on the ancient burial grounds of thousands of slain warriors, many of who had reportedly gone on to Valhalla. “There is a shrine, if you will, to the warriors of Valhalla in Norway. We could take the Atlantic road,” she pointed to her phone, “and drive into Norway.” Reaching behind her she began to dig in her bag for a map she knew she had put in there at the last moment that very morning. Stopping for a moment, as if an idea had just occurred to her, she looked back at her phone, tapped a few times, frowned, and looked quizzically around at the group. “I also see that they are expecting snow here tonight and tomorrow. Doe