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292 pages, ebook
Published March 28, 2019
The thud of the body landing on the good chair sent the dog into hysteria. Gunnar carefully lifted one of the man’s eyelids with a blackened finger. The stranger’s wrinkled face contorted, lips opened in a soundless groan, and Gunnar let out a long breath. Alive. Good. Then he could wait.
For everybody else, today was the first day of spring. For the blacksmith, it was the day he was turning thirty-five. Gunnar celebrated it by locking himself at home and drinking by the fire all day, trying to silence the voice of the darkness which always accompanied him on that day. Now that he was going to stop drinking very soon, he had now idea what he would do the next time. But then, he didn’t expect to see thirty-six anyway.
Perhaps, thought Gunnar, he could even stay around during Halldóra’s visit, seeing as he needed to practice for the Concerner… Conervative… the Women who were going to invade tomorrow.