An Excerpt from The Thrall’s Sword

Here’s the excerpt, as promised!

The following day, he caught me crying as we hiked up a cliff.
“Sigrid, are ye doin’ all right?” he said from behind me.
I brushed back tears. “I’m doing wonderful,” I said as I stumbled over a protruding rock. Every memory of Mum lay trapped in the center of my mind. Today the thought of her had entered my head when I had picked her favorite flowers, lavender primroses, and now I could not push my grief out of my mind.
I kept walking, faster now, trying to draw closer to Lars who strode through the thick pines in the distance, energized by his morning breakfast. The last thing I wanted was this pathetic boy discovering my own weakness.
“Did ye find those purple flowers ye was lookin’ for?”
“It doesn’t matter. You can’t eat them, so there’s no point in having them.”
The truth was, I’d looked everywhere for them, but couldn’t find them. I was as if the gods themselves were ruining everything I tried to do.
“Are ye… are ye not enjoying yerself on this noble adventure of ours?” he asked gently.
I shot a glance at him. “I don’t even know why I came on your ‘noble adventure’ in the first place. To ruin a friendship and become a burden? To defend a country I have no reason to love?”
“Ye didn’t have to—”
“—I didn’t have a choice, really. It was the only way to do it.” I walked faster, but Erik drew alongside me.
“The only way for ye to do what, lass?” he asked, his forehead creased with anxiety.
We stared at each other, motionless, my heart trembling at his gaze. I wanted to cry again, but I withheld my tears. I could never tell him why I was truly going to Ireland. “I… I just want to go home.” Not to Bergen, but to my mother, my real home.
I turned away and hurried to catch up with Lars, feeling Erik’s eyes locked on me the whole way. He would never understand.

And I was beginning to fear I would never be able to go home.

Introducing The Thrall’s Sword



I am writing a novel. Well, I wrote it! And now I am editing and revising it, to the best of my ability, until I can hopefully publish it. Set in the Viking Age, it is Christian historical fiction… with a bit of romance. 😉 In my next post I will give you a short excerpt. You may find this post interesting as well, but it is an excerpt that won’t be in my book anymore, since I have made dramatic changes since. Also, to anyone out there who loves to read, my book is open for constructive criticism from trustworthy people! So, please, don’t hesitate to ask me about it if you’re interested! 🙂

Here is a short synopsis below:

Sigrid, a seventeen-year-old Norse slave, loves the ocean as she does a friend. But the ocean will consume her if she meets her doom of serving Lord Valdemar in the after-life. And after a cruel Viking destroys her mother’s hope, the girl realizes more is at risk than drowning in the sea–and she knows what she must do. However, when a strange boy enters her life, she’s hindered with a torrent of doubts about her secret quest. Which is better: death or pride?