Just two more days until the release of BETWEEN BLOODE AND GODS! How about a snippet to whet your appetite?
The god of dreams glared down at the two most stubborn individuals he’d had to deal with in a while. And that was saying something.
The Norse had always been more troublesome than those Morpheus normally worked with, and since their patron god of dreams, a dwarven goddess by the name Njorun, was working overtime dealing with the problematic dark elves, he didn’t blame her for avoiding Sylvara.
Valkyries were an entirely different headache he didn’t envy. But since this one came as part of the whole “end of the world” package, he’d handle her then remind Njorun she owed him one.
The draugr, though, was truly Morpheus’s cross to bear since he’d made that deal with Hecate. He had a bad feeling Rolf would be the most difficult of his Night Bloode kin. Typical tricksters. Always making things harder than they had to be.
He shook his head and stared at the pair on the bed, wondering if they knew what the mark on their hands meant.
Wondering if they’d discover the true meaning of togetherness before it killed them or drove them mad.
With a grin, he snapped his fingers and slid into his realm, where he ruled supreme. “Time to find out.”