Three people gathered around the white cloth under the late-day sun. One woman shook a small leather pouch, whispering a question to the gods as she did so. She emptied its contents into her bejeweled hands, exhaling once over them before releasing the lot onto the cloth. Strips of nut wood landed on the fabric.…
A huge god stands atop a jagged peak, his eyes fixed on his target. A giant looms in the mist below. With one hand, he swings his hammer, which glints like lightning in the darkness. The weapon connects, and the giant falls. The ground quakes and the obsidian valley splinters to forever shape the landscape.…
Cattle die. Kinsman die. The self must also die. I know one thing that never dies. The reputation of a dead man. Havamal Stanza 77 Fate, life-changing decisions, and treating all with dignity Recently I had the pleasure of penning an article for my favorite guiding company, Midgard Adventure about my favorite destination there, Thor’s…
A Short Story Skogàr, Iceland Richly stacked is Thrasi’s chest under Skogar’s waters cold whoever goes there first will find wealth untold. –Icelandic folk rhyme It was nightfall in Skogàr, a small settlement on Iceland’s southern coast. A waterfall thundered down from a ridge. Its roar could be heard miles away. East of it, the…