The Fury of the Gods: Book Three of the Bloodsworn Saga

“But now you are not the only one seeking vengeance. That niðing rat-blood will feel my blade before this war is over.”

“Biórr, his name is Biórr,” Orka said.

“Biórr,” Gunnar repeated.

“No,” Elvar snapped, “I will hear no more of this madness. We will prepare to march tomorrow for the Jarnvidr.” She poured herself another horn of mead and looked up, saw Uspa leaving.

“Don’t be sorry,” Orka said.

“Be better,” Lif, Gunnar and Halja finished for her.

Orka frowned at them as they smirked watching the training.