![]() Grimnir is forced to contend with a cabal of witches, with giants and trolls who have never felt the light of Miðgarðr’s moon, and with his own rapacious kin as he journeys beyond the shores of Nástrond to find answers. Here, bloody in-fighting, schemes and betrayals are the order of the day. Now, on the grim and misty isle of Nástrond, under the shadows of Yggðrasil, Grimnir is plunged headlong into the twisted Valhalla that is the afterlife of his people. It is a mundane finale to a life spent hip-deep in bloodshed and slaughter, surrounded by steel and savagery and the sorcery of the Elder World. A crossbow bolt, loosed in terror, slays him out of hand. ![]() Peter’s basilica, Grimnir’s saga comes crashing to an end. And finally, to the Eternal City - to Rome, itself.Īnd in Rome, on a cold November night in 1347 AD, on the ruined steps of Old St. įor over a century, he has tracked the dragon, Níðhöggr - the Malice-Striker - from the shores of Lake Vänern, across the Baltic Sea, through Russia, and down into the Mediterranean he has hounded the wyrm from Old Muscovy to Messina. ![]() ![]() As the Black Death rampages across Europe, two creatures of the Elder World clash over the rotting corpse of Christendom in Scott Oden's third book in the Grimnir Series ![]()
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