![]() ![]() Her normally smooth forehead was creased with worry. She swept her honey-brown waves back behind her shoulders as she took in the space. ![]() “The details all look right,” Freya said. All of whom looked just as unsettled by the fake-Odin’s recent crumbling-into-dust routine as I was. This was a fake one that I’d been brought to by a fake Odin, along with the four gods who’d summoned me to be their Valkyrie, and Odin’s wife, the goddess Freya. Of course, maybe the actual Asgard would have met my expectations. A cool breeze tickled over my bare arms, raising goosebumps. But as I wandered across the vast vacant courtyard at the edge of Asgard, the gold-gilded stone walls of Valhalla looming at my right and the marble tiles ringing out with my and my companions’ footsteps, I wasn’t sure I’d ever been anywhere that felt quite this desolate or haunted before. You’d think the realm of the gods would be a glorious place, right? All warmth and sunlight and beauty. Get Rose’s Boys, the prequel story to Eva’s paranormal reverse harem series The Witch’s Consorts, FREE when you sign up for her newsletter. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ![]() ![]() This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. ![]()
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