She’d never been so wrong in her life.
“Fenrir,” she said.
“All you need to do is ask for help,” Raven responded.
The World Raven sitting next to Dagrun was a trickster, but she was also the trickster who brought light to the world.
“You’ll help stop Ragnarok in exchange for a restaurant?”
Raven smugly examined her fingernails. “Plus a few other things.”
Of course there would be “other things.”
“It’s not much. Just a spark or two.”
The World Raven wanted an elven spark.
“Don’t look so crestfallen, Odinsdottir.”
Raven wanted a babe. “Don’t call me that. Two Odin aspects cannot govern an enclave. It’s forbidden.” Dag refused to answer Raven’s other proclamation.
Raven bit one of her examined nails. “Dagrun Delight of Frigg.”
Dag ignored the bait.
“Oh! Dagrun Eagle Head. No, wait, best not to annoy the World Eagle.”
“My name is Dagrun Tyrsdottir.” She fully dropped her glamour, hoping to put a stop to the names.
Raven made a faux-disgusted face. “You should probably fix that.”
“Why should I? I see fine.” If she revealed her true lack-of-eye to the world, she might need to wear a patch, and no one wanted a one-eyed queen.
Raven clasped her shoulder. “Aye, you do, my friend.”
Magic burst between the whipping snowflakes. “Dagrun!” Arne’s frantic voice called out from the storm. He’d find her momentarily, and then they’d find their way home.
Raven dusted the snow off her shoulders. “It’s a shame Ragnarok’s gonna kill that fine man of yours.”
Behind Dag, the altar fully dissipated. She no longer had its support. She no longer had anything between her and the raging gray flatness of a world without a sun or a moon. “No,” she said. Nothing else. Nothing more. Only her refusal to allow the inevitable to happen.
She would keep her husband safe.
Raven whistled. “You and I both know what fate has planned.” Huginn and Muninn left St. Martin’s body and landed on her shoulders. “If you want to change the future, you better ask for help, Dagrun Enemy of the Wolf.”
She had to keep Arne safe. If she didn’t, what would happen to their spark? She had no other choice.
So Dagrun did the only thing she could. She pushed herself to standing. “I’m over here!” she yelled into the soulless ice and snow.
“He’s going to freeze out there by himself. In the cold, moonless, sunless gray.”
They all were, Raven included. Dag, Arne, Frank and his concealed seer—everyone on Earth—all because the inevitability of the inescapable was going to kill her husband.
Huginn and Muninn flapped their wings against the blistering ice. “Bring help,” she said to the birds. What choice did she have?
The birds vanished. Raven grinned. And the deal was set.
Fae Touched
Coming soon…
When Frank uses Crossroads magic to help Arne and Hrokr go after their newly-revealed Wolf enemy, he inadvertently entangles Ellie in a danger neither of them saw coming—and angers the fae. Now Frank must deal not only with the world’s worst wolf, but also with a power unlike any he has faced before—his girlfriend’s terrifying mother, Titania, Queen of the Fae.
FAE TOUCHED, Northern Creatures #5, coming in mid-2019.
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Magic moved the world. It started with a sway, then a rumble, then a twist in my guts as gravity moved sideways. I tried to speak. I tried to tell Chihiro—the one human who dared step across the boundary of my enchantments and extend her hand in friendship—to run. To turn away now and to never look back.
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Death stared back at my friend through the sepia tones of the daguerreotype in her hand. Death as a shadowy mist over what should have been a happy image of her placing a lovely, sweet-scented bouquet of magenta roses on my side table.
Death’s hands signed the truth. Death’s head floated over hers. Death would not leave her alone.
Chihiro Hatanaka, friend to a lowly, enchanted seer, was about to die….
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As a child, Kris took down a pack of hungry wolves with only a hardcover copy of The Dragonriders of Pern and a sharpened toothbrush. That fateful day set her on a path traversing many storytelling worlds—dabbles in film and comic books, time as a talent agent and a textbook photo coordinator, and a foray into nonfiction. After co-authoring Mind Shapes: Understanding the Differences in Thinking and Communication, Kris returned to academia. But she craved narrative and a richly-textured world of Fates, Shifters, and Dragons—and unexpected, true love.
Kris lives in Minnesota with her husband, two daughters, Handsome Cat, and an entire menagerie of suburban wildlife bent on destroying her house. That battered-but-true copy of Dragonriders? She found it yesterday. It’s time to pay a visit to the woodpeckers.
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