Marsden opened the door. “Welcome home, Master,” I smiled, my voice breathy. He was so gorgeous in his dark-blue suit, perfectly tailored to cover his broad shoulders and muscular chest. A smile crossed his chiseled face and his gray-blue eyes came to life when they saw me...
“Feel the runes on it,” the stranger whispered. Hother couldn't tell if the speaker was a man or a woman. There was an effeminate cadence to the stranger's voice.The blind god ran his fingers up and down the javelin's shaft, brushing the angular, Norse runes carved into the haft: flaugun. Flight....
A hand shook me. I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to stay in blissful unconsciousness. But the darned hand kept shaking me. I opened my eyes. Sunlight filtered through the shattered windshield. I lay against the passenger door, my arm dangling out the window. It had completely shattered. Bits o...
