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Honor: A Valkyrie Tale, #0
Honor: A Valkyrie Tale, #0
Honor: A Valkyrie Tale, #0
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Laurel is one of Odin's top Valkyries. He sends the twenty-year-old into battles first, reaping the souls of the fallen for his future war

Marisol is the youngest Valkyrie fresh out of Odin's Games—a trial to weed out the weak. At sixteen, she has proven why she is one of the elite by never backing down even if she did have to stand against a pack of wolves, alone.

When Odin sends the new Valkyries, including Marisol, Laurel's sister, into a realm where no Valkyrie has returned, Laurel ignores her orders and hurries into the land of Grey after her baby sister.

The moment Laurel steps foot in the barren landscape, she discovers a war has exploded between the Shifters and Valkyries. Without stopping, she will fight her way across the realm uncovering ancient prophecies, forming bonds with Odin's enemies and realizing the true meaning of sisters.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTonya Coffey
Release dateOct 29, 2018
ISBN9781386620341
Honor: A Valkyrie Tale, #0

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    Honor - Tonya Coffey

    Part I

    Face your challenges head on, rather than waiting for them to find you.

    Prologue

    Acrisp wind reached across the landscape. Tiny fingers clawed at the darkened soil and barren twigs that protruded the half frozen ground.  

    The branches shivered: a sound of rattling bone on a swaying Viking ship atop rough seas. Mixing in with the dull sounds, the crunch of boots grew from the north. One heavy solid man emerged from the forest of darkened branches. His one blue eye glared into the depths of the forest ahead of him, from where the darkness chased away the last few rays of afternoon light. Two wolves flanked him, their senses heightened by the wolf pack that drew near.

    Odin turned. He stood tall, hands on his hips, a pelt across this shoulders made from the last white tiger known to the realm of gods. He watched as the wolves approached. Each slowly took in the god and his companions. Their movements were slight and steady as they came to stand a few yards before the god.

    Odin nodded—a quick tilt of his head to the Alpha of the pack. The bounty is set, he spoke. His voice was like the thunder of a storm. Bring me the head of the Valkyrie born of the Bourner tribe, one of two sisters they say.

    Odin smiled a grin that told of the ugliness that covered his face. The scar that tore across his absent eye showed of the haste he used. He felt it was a simple price to pay for the answers he sought from the Well. At his sides, the wolves, Freki and Geri, growled an approval by lowering their noses, eyes piercing and hair raised.

    The wolf with a coat of black and white muzzle lifted his nose into the air and howled out. One, two and three wolves called back, returning a call to action. The Shifters, wolves, would hunt down the Valkyries one sister at a time.

    Chapter 1

    Magic drifted in the air. To the ones who knew of the phenomenon that created a realm within the universe of mortals, it was life. The gods created a world where they could rule the clan they chose. Each realm was a domain of people along with the prophecies to inspire a better world.

    The rulers did not get the back-stories of their world or hear of the future. They had to live as each tale was unraveled and their people learned of the prophecies they were each a key part in.

    Seers they called them. They were mostly elder women who spoke with the departed, the makers of man and the Fates of the universe. When a child was born, a Seer would visit the mother; they would cast a ritual around the newborn and read the life written for the babe; however, it was only the beginning. The ending would be realized when they reached the end of their life.

    Laurel stood in the shadows, watching the short elderly woman emerge from the small wooden hut. Her blue gaze narrowed as she crossed her arms. She wondered what was written in the stars for the child born a few hours earlier.

    They are just stories, she thought, told to make the mother feel as if her child was special.

    Laurel imagined they were to inspire one to be better at what the gods wanted them to do. It was so they wouldn’t question the way of life...

    With a sigh, she relaxed her arms, turning to the fire that blazed in the center of the Valkyrie village, Valgornia, warming the few women. This was the second village Laurel came to live in. Years before a great storm came through, the first, and destroyed Bourner taking with the destruction the lives of most of the Valkyries. It had taken them until now to become the elite fighters that they were before.

    A group of women took up conversation around the warmth of the fire as the night brought the chill of winter to them. Each was dressed in boots, skirts and leather tops. Their forms were thin and muscular for women. What Laurel liked most about her sister; not one of them had the same color of hair—unique in their own way.

    As Laurel reached twenty years of age, she never imagined having children or of sharing her world with a man. She saw the duties of her people more than an emotion of lust, of caring to the point of giving yourself over completely.

    She already had enough responsibility. It seemed as if each day, Odin had her moving between realms, harvesting warriors for his army.

    If working day and night for the god wasn’t enough, she had her sister to think about. Her baby sister.

    Their mother had died during childbirth when Laurel was eight and Marisol was four. It was a long labor with complications that the midwives didn’t see coming. After thirty-six hours, their mother and a baby boy died.

    Laurel swore she would never allow herself to be broken as she was that day. Even if the other Valkyries did not see her pain, it was there. She held it in her gut, to keep her sister strong. To keep herself tuff, she never shed a tear.

    As Laurel walked past the few talking at the fire, she wondered where her sister was. Twelve years of being her sister’s keeper had taught her one thing. She never wanted to be a mother. It was too hard, too demanding.

    She narrowed her eyes at the darkened field that led to the lake. Marisol was where she shouldn’t be as usual. It frustrated Laurel that her sister didn’t see the dangers around her. She only saw adventure. It was this reason she hadn’t put her name into the pool so Odin could send her on missions. Her childishness and the lack of self-preservation made Laurel refuse to let her go into a realm that would eat her alive.

    As usual, she had to go find her sister and keep her from doing something stupid.

    Taking a deep breath, Laurel sprinted toward the darkened forest passed other Valkyries and dwellings, to keep her sister from swimming with the sharks.

    Chapter 2

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