A Fate Inked In Blood Novel by Danielle L Jensen

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free An emotion I couldn’t quite read flickered through his eyes, and Bjorn looked away. Immediately, I regretted my words. He’d spent much of his life separated from his family, kept as a prisoner. If he didn’t understand, it was because he’d never had a chance to….

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free Bjorn gave a tight nod. A million questions reared in my head, but it was more than apparent that Bjorn wanted nothing to do with this conversation. Still, I hazarded one. “Were you there when she spoke the foretelling?” “I was too young to remember.” Of…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “Unlikely, given that she has no tongue and Harald has her only token.” I swallowed hard. “What is her token?” His green eyes met mine. “He wears her dried tongue on a cord around his neck at all times. He is the only person she could…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “So polite, Born-in-Fire,” Bjorn murmured, but I ignored him as the specter’s head tracked toward me, face still hidden by the hood. Then it lifted its hand and spoke, voice rough and pained. “She, the unfated, she the child of Hlin, she who was born in…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free My hands balled into fists. “Then help me.” Tension thickened between us, and I could hardly breathe. Not because I thought Bjorn would try to stop me but because I wanted him to help me. Wanted him to be the sort of man who’d do what…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free Light flared overhead. A cloud of warmth washed over my face. The hands holding me down went limp. I kicked my legs, trying to get to the surface for precious air, but I collided with the dead man. Which way was up? Which way was air?…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free I had no right to do so for many reasons, but, of their own accord, my fingers trailed over the burn scar running over his shoulder blade. Bjorn shivered and drew in a deep breath, the movement causing his stubbled cheek to brush the sensitive skin…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “Bjorn…” Snorri’s voice dripped with warning, and indeed, I wanted to kick him in the shins, because all he was accomplishing was making tensions between me and Ylva worse. “I speak only the truth that has been repeated by all who were here last night,” Bjorn…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free He ignored me and grinned at her. “Not yet, but soon enough.” His meaning registered and a rush of anger surged through me. “Are you still drunk?” “Not as drunk as I was.” He turned his grin on me, but the straw stuck in his hair…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “But is this truly their will?” Ylva wiped at her eyes. “The foretelling said nothing of marriage, nothing of consummation, only of control. The gods surely wish for you to wield her like a weapon, not beget a child upon her to leash her heart.” Sickness…