An Excerpt From For The Love of Goddess

Celestial Awakening is out now and features a collection of mythology retellings about Goddesses. My story For The Love of Goddess features Freyja from Norse Myth. The set is available to buy now, but here is an excerpt from my story -

A LONG TIME AGO

Standing in the great hall, I surveyed the chosen warriors before me. All worthy men who would serve us well. Moving amongst them, I stopped to speak with a few. One man died in a battle with a warring clan. Another defending his family.  
Pausing in front of a confused-looking man, I placed my hand on his shoulder. “And how did you die, noble warrior?” 
“I do not know. A creature came out of nowhere and then I was here.” 
Strange. Perhaps he had slain the beast just as it killed him? That would earn him a place here.  
He raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. As he did, I noticed an unusual rune on the back of his hand. I had never seen it before. 
“Where did that come from?” I asked, taking his hand in mine. 
“I do not know. It just appeared.” 
Leaving him to it, I left the hall and went in search of my brother, Freyr. He could have the answer. 
I found him in the banquet hall, being adored by the maidens, as usual. Shooing them away, I sat down beside him. 
“You spoil my fun, sister,” he said, pouting at me. 
“I need your help. What does this mark mean?” Holding my hand over his wine cup, I use my magic to manifest the mark in the liquid. 
Freyr frowned when he saw it. “Where did you see that?” 
“On a man in the great hall. One of the fallen.” 
“Do not get involved,” Freyr said, drinking from the goblet and erasing the mark. 
“Why not?” 
He sighed. “The man was marked for death.” 
“He is one of the warriors.” 
Freyr shrugged. “Then he must have fought valiantly before whatever came for him, finished him off.” 
“So someone marked him and that sent a monster after him?” 
“Yes, the mark is like a beacon, calling to whatever has been tasked with killing him.” 
I had never heard of such a thing. Why mark the man for death instead of just doing it themselves? Unless they could not risk being implicated.  
It was no matter. Whatever the reason the man had ended up here. There was nothing that could be done about his death, but his afterlife could be used wisely. 
Leaving my brother to his cavorting, I returned to the great hall to finish welcoming our guests.



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