Adalwulf: The Two Swords (Tales Of Germania Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
I waited, and hoped I would endure because my patience was tested and strained to the limits. I had dreamt again. Of murder. In the dream, I had rowed back across the river, and just like some small demi-god of Asgaard, a creature of heroic stories, I had killed men who stood against me, one-by-one, breaking their necks, destroying their halls, breaking their bones. I climbed the hill, filled with the corpses of evil men. By the time I reached the top, I wasn’t sure if I was a good or an evil man, being covered in blood head to toe, and loving each kill like a child loves their mother. I had finally spotted Leuthard, sitting on a dark horse. I was no man. I knew he wasn’t one either. We had sized each other up, while I stalked him. I woke up to the cocks crowing before I could finish the feud, and no matter how hard I tried to slip back to the dream to finish the deed, the cocks crowed again, and I was awakened.
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