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Copyright © 2012 André Milewski Imprint: Independently published | Paperback ISBN 9798376111505 Translation by Melody Shaw Edited by Philip Yaeger | Proofread by Emily Stewart The quote between Chapters 37 and 38 is taken from Walhall – Germanische Götter- und Heldensagen by Felix Dahn All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form...
Copyright © 2012 André Milewski Imprint: Independently published | Paperback ISBN 9798376111505 Translation by Melody Shaw Edited by Philip Yaeger | Proofread by Emily Stewart The quote between Chapters 37 and 38 is taken from Walhall – Germanische Götter- und Heldensagen by Felix Dahn All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the authors, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Published by Roberts & Maclay Publishing Cover Artwork by reinhardfenzl.com Created with pictures from depositphotos.com This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. www. andre- milewski.de www. robertsmaclay.com office@ robertsmaclay.com CONTENTS Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Epilogue Fact, Fiction and Background Information About the Author * * * For Lena * * * * * * My utmost gratitude for unforgettable literary moments and inspiration go to the unforgettable Carl Barks * * * “Far as the speeding hammer flies, Thus far will my lands and oceans extend” And the hammer flew forth from his hand Over all the earth at his behest The farthest borders of his land Were set where the hammer came to rest Henceforth has it been Teutonic right As rightful heirs of the hammer god, free To claim new lands with the hammer’s might His empire shall our birthright be. PROLOGUE Markland, 1000 A.D. “Let us hope that was the last of these accursed Skraelings!” Leif cursed as he pulled his sword from the motionless body with a powerful jerk. Blood trickled steaming from the wound and dripped onto the snow, coloring it a deep red. Leif surveyed the battlefield, scattered with the bodies of their enemies—at least twenty or thirty of the skulking cowards, at a guess. Amongst them he caught sight of two familiar faces: Thoralf and Sigurd. Both had been brutally maimed, but Leif could not look away from his dead comrades. It was his fault; he had led them to this terrible place at the end of the earth. He would never have made it this far alone. Only with the help of his faithful friends had it been possible. Your sacrifice will not be in vain! he swore to them. At last, he tore his gaze away from the dead men to see Heimir trying to pull his double-headed battle-axe out of the torso of a Skraeling. Finally, with a hideous crack, the axe came free. “The gods will curse us for this!” Heimir’s voice betrayed his unease at their deed, and Leif looked at his friend. Heimir towered almost two heads above him. His shoulders were so broad that there was no room beside him for a second man on the oarsmen’s bench of their dragon boat. His blond hair was tied in a long braid. He had vowed to cut it only after being defeated