The Discovery “I have visual,” Derrick shouted. The GPR reader beeped as if to prove that it was indeed working, for once.  “Take it around.” The professor waved him on. Derrick began pushing the machine around their marked grid.  It was a freezing day, which is to be expected in Scotland in the early days ...

Dublin 873 C.E. Mist was rising off the water in soft clouds as they docked in Dublin early that morning. Five weeks at sea with only a few stops and all of Ingrid’s crew was ready to stretch their legs, find a meal, maybe a woman, and a bed for a few hours. First, though, ...

Derrick was amazed at the quality of the bones. They felt sturdy. The thick sod had kept them perfectly preserved even after the roof of the grave caved in. They looked smaller laid out on the metal slabs under the examining lights. As he assisted Dr. Fraser in lining each set with its appropriate bones, ...

The þræll glared over the railing as Ingrid inspected the bones. They were smooth and clean, in perfect condition. They’d be a nice gift for her father.  “You do good work,” she praised. “I won’t regret buying you.” The girl muttered something and ducked behind the railing. She could sulk all she liked; they would ...

What happened to the peaceful waves that escorted them out of Dublin’s harbor? Rionan held tight to the side of the ship as the bounced like a cork in between the swells. Rain peeled down in sheets and struck her face with stinging pricks. Ingrid and two others shoved against the steering oar to keep ...

Derrick, Kally, and Taylor rumbled down the road in Taylor’s truck, dubbed Perseus. With every sharp twist and curve of the mountainous backroad, Derrick wished their destination would appear, or the vehicle would put itself out of its misery and break down. He glanced over at Kally, who was stuck between them and clutching her ...

Ragnar’s hall was splendid, as always. The great fireplace roared while mead filled every cup in the vicinity. The heavy table, covered in fresh bread, smoked meats dripping in fat, root vegetables, and the last fruits of the season, catered to Norsemen from every cardinal direction. Women and men ate with gusto and drank like ...

“Do me a favor, darling, and put that box in the kitchen,” Maggie called. Derrick hefted the box onto the dense oak table. Dr. Keirnan’s house was small and cluttered with paraphernalia from multiple eras. Some of it was labeled, but most were sitting on every bit of counter space in piles, boxes, or bags ...

Ingrid sighed and adjusted her bag. The straps cut into her injured shoulder, but the pain was a welcomed distraction. Rionan struggled up the path after her. Her Norse had improved quite a bit. If only the crew had bothered to teach her something other than swear words. With every skid on broken seashells and ...

Rionan knew how it felt to be an outsider. From the church to the market to the masters she’d served, there had been no place ready-made for her. No hearth had ever welcomed her without a struggle for a seat. She’d long gotten used to being last in line for food or affection. She wore ...