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Deep under the earth, where the corpse serpent gnaws at the roots of Yggdrasil, the tree of life, there are three spinners. Three women. We might believe we make choices - in truth our lives are in the spinners’ fingers. They make our lives, and destiny is everything. The Danes know that, and even the Christians know it. Wyrd bið ful aræd, we Saxons say, fate is inexorable, and the spinners had decided my fate.
— Jul 14, 2026 08:47PM
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And low in the sky above the cross was the full moon. She was low and ghostly pale, and as the sun rose she faded even more, but as the ten punts drifted down the river I stared at her and said a silent prayer to Hoder because the moon is his woman and it was she who must give us victory. Because, for the first time since Guthrum had struck in a winter’s dawn, the Saxons were fighting back.
— Jul 21, 2026 09:39PM
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The first ravens came 🐦⬛ I have often wondered if ravens smell blood, for the sky can be clear of them all day, but when a man dies they come from nowhere on their shining black wings. Perhaps Odin sends them, for the ravens are his birds, and now they flapped down to start feasting on eyes and lips, the first course of every raven feast. The dogs and foxes would soon follow.
— Jul 20, 2026 09:36PM
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Hoder is the god of the night and I prayed to him. I threw my old helmet overboard as a gift because all of us were scared of the dark that swallowed us, and it was a complete dark because clouds had come from the west to smother the sky. No moon, no stars. We were blind. The wind rose, the seas heaved us, and we brought the oars inboard and let the air and water carry us for we could neither see nor steer.
— Jul 18, 2026 08:24PM
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Ac her forlo beraỗ; fugelas singaỗ, gylled groghama.
For here starts war, carrion birds sing, and grey wolves howl.
From The Fight at Finnsburh ⚔️
— Jul 13, 2026 04:33PM
For here starts war, carrion birds sing, and grey wolves howl.
From The Fight at Finnsburh ⚔️
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Jul 14, 2026 11:01PM
I did not know if Ragnar lived. I hoped he lived, and I prayed he would escape Exanceaster and then I would go to him, offer him my sword, and carry that blade against Alfred of Wessex. Then, one day, I would dress Alfred in a frock and make him crawl on his knees to an altar of Thor. Then kill him.
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Love the excerpts. Can't wait to read this one :)
Thanks Arielle ✨✨✨ that same tug of war of Norse spirituality vs Xianity is back as you see ⚔️⚔️⚔️ let us know when you start! 😄🥰