Romans & histoires Vinland Saga Author

Far away, in the darkness of the underworld, the name of the unborn child was already being whispered before he had drawn his first breath. Bastard. The Bastard Son of the Vikings.

Who is the man that could tell something was wrong from just seeing my back? His long braided blonde hair matched that of a vikings, which is exactly what Lucas calls him. Viking Man. For good reason it seems. I almost forgot how big his muscles were as they sat crossed over his chest. His blue eyes studied me carefully, landing on my neck. I could see the anger brewing in him as his strong jaw clenched. He was a hot, powerful, viking of a man with a heart of gold. A man that ran a whole underground fighting ring, and raised a daughter all on his own. "Where's your car?" He asked with his brows pinched. He was pissed, but he didn't let it seep into his tone. His voice was steady and calm as

A few feet behind us, within earshot, twigs snapped and ferns rustled as if someone or something was hot on our trail. I wasn’t sure if it was a human, mountain lion, or some other variety of predator. I twisted through the overgrown ferns and foliage, running faster and calling to Julie encouraging her to hurry. I suddenly remembered something from the party and turned to Julie to tell her about it. “I met this weird guy named Drake back at the party,” I said, panting from all the running. “He was lost in some role play from a game of Dungeons and Dragons. He

“There’s more to the story though, much more. I would encourage you to visit my bookstore soon so we can discuss in detail.” “You see,” Mr. Pendergast added, “I need your assistance, Mr. Haraldsson. My daughter’s life may depend on it.” Bjorn, befuddled, swung his eyes from one man to the other. Mr. Rosewood then added, “Mr. Haraldsson, you come from a long line of Vikings, famous Nordic warriors of old. They lived at a time when people believed in magic, powerful gods, and dangerous monsters. Nearly every Viking was a fierce warrior. The question before us is, are you a warrior as well?”

Behind the darkness occasionally emerged vague outlines of creatures and that made it look more of a scene from a horror movie. Surrounding the woman were fully armored soldiers, some of whom had their swords drawn, while others had their hands on their swords ready to remove them from their sheaths in a swing. In front of the woman stood a man flanked by other soldiers. The man was huge, taller that everyone around. He had long hair that flowed all the way to his waist like a woman's hair and beards that reached just above his neck bone. Both his hair and beards were shaggy and it made him look like he had just come from the wild. His grin revealed brown and rotten teeth and one artificial