Small Realities

Inside the mind of Lance Schonberg

Thorvald’s Wyrd 030

Gravel grinding under the keel jerked him from sleep and Thorvald rose to look out over a glittering field of stars.  The vision lasted only a moment.  A flash of silver to the east drew Thorvald’s eyes as Mani pushed his glowing face into the sky.  Hardly the burning glory of Sunna, yet the Moon’s light wiped away the illusion of stars below, replacing it with an endless sparkling plain of snow and ice.

Standing by the dragonhead, Thorvald hesitated, wondering what to do, where to go, but the Wanderer’s voice whispered in his ear.  “Go North, into the wind.”

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