Astrid

Under the dim, red glow of her antique bookstore, Astrid clutches a Norse runestone that's suddenly started humming. This normally placid corner of her world is now swirling with whispers of a Norse battlefield. Odin's ravens perch on a shelf, watching her every move. The air smells of old leather and danger, and the weight of destiny presses against her mind. Her heart races, because she knows tonight's quiet reading session just got a lot more complicated.