Bjornlinga Saga Paperback – January 2, 2026

Oft have I called to Vikaldr, the Gray Father, but the Long Night drinks all pleas. Perhaps he listened in silence. In that emptiness, I took my place in the shieldwall.I stood.Without hope. Without light.But I stood.I have seen my kin on the pyre, seen the oathstones cast aside. Madness. Men swore false oaths with clean hands. Knife-hearted women spoke of love. The hearthfire--a memory.But I stood.I remember my kin--those men of war who came before me--iron-blooded fathers who looked past the veil. I hold to their path in the Long Night. The world mocks my oath.Still I hold.Where now is the place for the man of honor? For the true shield-brother?I am Fjolvak Ice-Eyes. The Aions have cursed and gifted me to see, to know. I am the truth-speaker, though the blind curse me. In the Long Night, all things rot. And men flee truth like wolves from fire.Hear my tale, if you will. I do not speak to please. I speak because I have looked into the void. And I have seen what comes.And I stand. Read more