Whitmore said smoothly, folding his bony, white hands. “I am only a collector, nothing more.” I considered, regarding the elderly man. The request was not the type I usually accepted, but Edmund Whitmore was a wealthy man and his initial offer had been more than enough to ...
Such a racket could only mean one thing: the dragonships had returned. Uttering a little cry of her own, Edda hiked up her skirts and ran for the shore as though she were a girl and not a woman married. As she neared the waters, she saw the prow of Valgard’s ship, the Odinsvolk, not carved as a t...