A Fate Inked In Blood Novel by Danielle L Jensen

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “Do you know who they are?” I whispered. Bjorn gave a tight nod, pointing to a big warrior with a bushy red beard and shaved head. “That is Jarl Sten.” Jarl Sten was built like a bull and carried an axe I’d probably struggle to lift….

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free Bjorn was already on his feet, robes cast off and axe burning in his hand. “Is this a fight you truly wish to pick?” he asked the warriors. “Are you so certain a child of a minor god is worth your lives?” I wasn’t worth it….

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free And they had nowhere to go. Several tried to pass through the gate, only to rebound off the barrier, arrows finding their backs. Others, seeing there was no escape, threw themselves at Bjorn, desperate to use him to block the barrage. Bjorn slashed at one with…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “There is nothing to be done,” he answered. “Seeking vengeance for those women will cost you more than you’re willing to pay. You know this; that is why you didn’t shove Snorri off the cliff. Here, drink, it’s going to my head too quickly and I…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free Sweat rolled down my cheeks to mix with my tears, my fear of the pain battling with my fear of watching Bjorn die. Of dying myself. Do it. My heart throbbed with terror as I edged closer to the axe. Already the heat of it made…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free The quip stole the last of my bravado. My legs buckled and I fell on my bottom, resting my forehead against my knees to stop the spinning. Bjorn sat next to me, holding out a waterskin, from which I took a long drink. “It was my…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free It was hard to focus with his breath brushing my throat and his skin hot beneath my cold hands. “This was from a blade?” “A rusty blade.” Frowning, I shook my head. “When we reach Fjalltindr, someone will have herbs to better clean this. Cloves, perhaps,”…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free He’s your husband’s son, a voice screamed in my head. Nothing good could come of this! Husband in name only, I screamed back at the voice. A sham of a marriage! That doesn’t mean you aren’t bound! That doesn’t mean you won’t pay if you get…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “So be it.” The jarl’s answer blew over me, strands of hair whipping around my face. Yet I swore he smiled as he added, “As long as it be on the terms of the living. Which means, Bjorn Firehand, you must fight using a mortal weapon.”…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free Steinunn galloped at my horse’s heels, along with one of Snorri’s men. The jarl had insisted the skald come with us to witness our trial and the warrior to take the horses back to the main group, retreat apparently not an option. Given what the skald…