Rionan was assisting her father when Ingrid returned. She stopped in the doorway, confused at the sight of two heads, the first covered in a helmet of red hair and the other blond and balding, leaning together in stilted discussion over something Rionan held gingerly between her fingers. “Curve here?” the girl asked. “Bead have ...

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, ...

She’d always existed. She wandered the streets of the city. Men atop carts preached of a time when only light existed, but she remembered it differently. “Skotádne!” A glowing young priestess called, scampering down the temple steps toward her friend. “How are you? Have you come to celebrate the Dionysus feast with everyone? Well, except ...

My first time working for my new employer, I had yet to see a day of sun since the Mississippi. The train had arrived in a cloud of low-hanging, foul black soot that matched the smiling mouths of some fellow patrons I tipped my head to along the way. What had been a normal blend ...