The Monstrous Child (2016)
“Murky black. Mist. Ice. The stink of sulphur. Did I lie stunned and shocked on the clammy rocks for hours, nights, weeks, years? Who knows? Time means nothing to me. I fell out of time long ago.
I’d always been lost between worlds and never more than now. Half alive. Half dead. Half goddess. Half giant. And now I was trapped in Niflheim, the ancient fog world beneath the worlds. A living queen presiding over the dead: that was One-Eye’s cruel decree. I howled like a wolf pack, screaming at ...my bad fate, hurling curses at One-Eye and the merciless gods until my throat was parched and all I could do was choke and rasp. Remember, I was only a child. I was no more than fourteen winters old. They entombed a living child in a gigantic grave mound. I didn’t think about Jor trapped beneath the waves, or Fen raging in his fetters, chained to a boulder deep underground. All of us monstrous children, each in our own prison, waiting for the doom of the gods and our deadly revenge.MoreLess
I’d always been lost between worlds and never more than now. Half alive. Half dead. Half goddess. Half giant. And now I was trapped in Niflheim, the ancient fog world beneath the worlds. A living queen presiding over the dead: that was One-Eye’s cruel decree. I howled like a wolf pack, screaming at ...my bad fate, hurling curses at One-Eye and the merciless gods until my throat was parched and all I could do was choke and rasp. Remember, I was only a child. I was no more than fourteen winters old. They entombed a living child in a gigantic grave mound. I didn’t think about Jor trapped beneath the waves, or Fen raging in his fetters, chained to a boulder deep underground. All of us monstrous children, each in our own prison, waiting for the doom of the gods and our deadly revenge.MoreLess
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