Leifsson, being an actual, experienced magiker, has a few tricks up his sleeve which the youngins don’t know yet.
Author Archives: Fishbreath
Einar raised his eyebrows, but silently led them to the stairs up. As they left the great hall, he prompted, “Ansgar Leifsson said…?” Sif shook her head. “Someone’s watching,” she said, now convinced of it. “Magic, probably. Herre Leifsson was … Continue reading
Sif isn’t used to relying on other people. Her first impulse is always to go it alone.
Lilja stood. Sif stacked their dishes—she saw no reason to make the servants’ lives harder—and followed suit. Einar was playing the besieging side, the one which started at the outside of the board and had to keep the king from … Continue reading
I always try to plug tafl when it comes up in the story, because it’s an awesome game you should play. You can find a downloadable Java version at the Softworks, or play at PlayTaflOnline.com.
There was a knock at her door. She slipped a bookmark between the pages, reverentially folded the book closed, and padded over to the door. She pulled it slightly ajar and peered through the crack. Lilja stood in the corridor. … Continue reading
I talk about the upsides of serializing my writing all the time, but one of the downsides is that I can sometimes forget certain details. For instance, sometimes I describe the spiral corridor as a ramp, and sometimes as broad … Continue reading
“What did it say?” “Nothing. It was just a drawing of a hand, like this.” Sif held up her hand, fingers together, palm facing Leifsson. He sat bolt upright, as though he’d been shocked. Sif blinked, and said, “What—” Without … Continue reading
Dweorgr: short, stocky creatures, technological experts who are responsible for den Holm’s highly advanced sewer system. They’re much less friendly with the Norrmanne now. One of the things I’m proud of in this universe is its dynamic nature. I have … Continue reading
He didn’t see her until she was nearly on top of him. He was clearly surprised. Barely thinking, Sif slid into the chair across from him. He swallowed, and the corner of his mouth twitched upward. “Sif Hrothgarsdottir,” he said, … Continue reading