A Fate Inked In Blood Novel by Danielle L Jensen

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free I saw it. I tasted it. I smelled it. Not through my own eyes, but through the eyes of all who had been with me, the perspective shifting from person to person, giving me a strange sense of omniscience. Like…like I was seeing events as the…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “I don’t know how you can stand to look at me,” I whispered. Spinning away from him, I took one step before he caught me around the middle and pulled me into a narrow space between buildings. “I saw you lose yourself.” His breath was hot…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free Oh gods, I was arguing with myself. Geir’s voice filled my head, repeating mad bitch over and over until I breathed, “There’s something wrong with me, Bjorn.” I felt the heat of him as he knelt next to me. “There’s something in me,” I whispered, staring…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free Steinunn leaned close. “Perhaps because you are.” Rounding on Ylva, she added, “Snorri wishes for me to leave tomorrow. I must rest. Good night to you both.” Turning on her heels, the skald strode from the hall. My hands curved into fists, and I drew in…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free They’d taken her away from me. My blood surged and I scrambled to my feet, feeling no pain, only endless, ceaseless rage. Pulling loose my father’s sword, I climbed over the rubble and through the smoke, racing after Snorri and the others between the buildings. Everywhere…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free My shield slipped from my hand, magic extinguishing as it hit the ground. Bodil was dead because of me. “Bodil was a warrior.” Bjorn’s voice was quiet, as though his anger had been extinguished alongside mine. “She died with a weapon in hand and will be…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free Steinunn moved into the room, surveying the mess and then perching on the corner of my rumpled bed. Not for the first time, I was struck by how truly lovely she was, her light brown braids in perfect order and rounded cheeks flushed a becoming pink….

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free He said nothing, but I felt his eyes on me as we stepped out of the great hall and into the streets of the town. Little had been done in the way of repairs to the damaged buildings, though a quick glance told me that was…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “You don’t deserve to call her family!” Bjorn shouted. “You don’t deserve her loyalty!” “Freya!” Ingrid grabbed me by the front of my dress, shaking me. “Make him stop! You’re supposed to protect us!” I stared at her. All of what I’d endured, all of what…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “It’s not a fucking mountain, Born-in-Fire.” I smiled, not certain whether Bjorn had actually spoken or if it were my imagination. “Is this the hill you wish to die upon?” “Not funny.” His fingers tightened, and sudden regret filled me. That I’d not had the chance…