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 ...

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, ...

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 ...