Small Realities

Inside the mind of Lance Schonberg

Thorvald’s Wyrd 023

“On the far bank of the Elivagar, many days walk across the Glittering Plain, there stands a lonely mountain of ice, raised from the Plain by a Jotun sorcerer who calls himself Icewind.”

Thorvald felt his brow crease, and confusion grow in his heart.  “Lord, you said it was a place Gods may not go, yet I know the tales and sagas.  You have journeyed to Jotunheim before.”

A sigh slid through Odin’s teeth.  “Many times, but to the Ice Mountain I may not go.  I cannot ken why and the one who would tell me rests beyond my reach.”

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