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Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. Neuware - Don't let there be ashes or scorch marks. Please, don't let there be ashes. I couldn't even think about it. I'd as good as lost Conn and I couldn't face losing Will as well. He'd been my anchor when no one else could be, and the thought of him being ripped from the world - of him being forced into Valhalla - horrified me.>Please. Not that. Anything but that. Maybe that was the wrong prayer to cast towards the heavens. 'Anything' was too open a request, and what waited for me in the Land Rover warned of a fate just as dire as Valhalla. The sight of the ticket - tied to the steering wheel by someone's cruel hands - turned my body to ice. That scrap of card - a simple slip of paper with faded print and ragged edges - had steel bands of dread constricting around my chest, more so than the blood smeared over the deflated airbag. I recognised it instantly from the winged, feminine silhouette decorating the front; one of Ragnar's original tickets to the Celebratio Sanguinem. That slice of my past had survived more than a hundred years; a calling card which left me in no doubt about who'd taken my friend. Osgar had Will.…

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Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. Neuware - This is Valhalla, Little Warrior. Here there's pain. Here there's hell. Don't stay here for me.Right from the dawn of civilisation, war had wrought ruin on those fools who put their faith in love. It stole soldiers from sweethearts, warriors from wives, and it ensured that grief burgeoned; a putrid, swelling pustule that ate away everything good about love, like some necrotising bacteria on wounded flesh. It turned joy to despair, and corrupted hope until only thoughts of vengeance remained.I knew that.I'd felt it before; the suffocating weight on my chest which came from knowing the sun had winked out and plunged me into a world of darkness, ice, and hopelessness. Fenrir's maw had devoured all the sunlight from my world, and that understanding stole my breath, just as it had in the past, until my lungs burned against the bands of horror and grief that constricted around them.Conn had died.My mind rebelled against the notion and fire erupted around my hands again, magic skittering over my skin and crackling in the air around me, but there was no one left to fight. We'd let them go. It didn't matter that I'd slaughtered many of them, or that soot and ash still stained my skin from the rain of fire I'd brought down on our enemies. It wasn't enough. Not considering what they'd stolen from my cohort. What Fenrir had stolen from me.How could I survive this How could I do this again.…