A Fate Inked In Blood Novel by Danielle L Jensen

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “The salve is wearing off,” he said by way of answer. “You’ll see clearly soon enough, though you might wish otherwise when the pain returns.” He lifted his head. “Send someone to fetch Liv. Tell her it’s a burn.” He hesitated. “Tyr’s fire.” “You heard him,”…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “Always is an exaggeration.” He grinned at her, all good looks, white teeth, and sparkling eyes-a look I imagined got him out of a fair bit of said trouble, but the small woman only snorted. “Go flirt with someone who’s interested, you wool-brained creature. I’ve neither…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free Bjorn jerked as though he’d been caught doing something he should not have been. After a heartbeat of silence, he finally said, “Liv dislikes violence-she’s seen too much of what is left in its wake-and your appearance means more will come.” A shiver passed over me….

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free The declaration was unexpected, at least for me. I lowered my head, embarrassed to be caught in the midst of this conversation, for I sensed that Snorri’s sentiment was genuine. Through my eyelashes, I watched Ylva’s face soften, and my discomfort grew as she drew toward…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free My stomach dropped, the world around me suddenly too bright. To the death? “This is madness,” Bjorn snarled. “You’d have me kill this woman? Why? Because that waste of flesh”-he gestured at Vragi-“wants a new wife?” “Vragi is a child of Njord. He is a man…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “I gain nothing from your death,” he answered. “So fight!” None of this made sense. Bjorn alone seemed to agree. “There’s no sport to this contest. It’s nothing more than this weasel-cocked fishmonger wanting bigger men to punish his wife for his own failings beneath the…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free The woman didn’t answer, only stared at me with such intensity I had to look away. Bjorn smothered the fire his axe had caused, though the weapon still blazed in his hand as he drew closer. “I take it you don’t actually want me to kill…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free “Yes, my lord,” Geir gasped out. I clawed at Bjorn’s arms, trying to get to my brother. Needing to help him. But Bjorn would not let me go. Snorri met my gaze, eyes boring into mine. “You are a sought-after woman, shield maiden. With Steinunn’s songs,…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free His smile grew. “There can be only one truth. All else is falsity.” I managed to choke out, “Exactly.” He laughed, but his hold on my face and arm tightened. A second later, I understood why as someone’s hands touched my burns, the pain turning the…

Filed to story: A Fate Inked In Blood Free My mother taught me many skills to ensure I’d make a good wife to my husband. How to cook and clean. How to weave and sew. Where to hunt and gather. She’d have been better off teaching me the restraint needed not to stab said husband…