I’ve got a massive backlist out there, but I’m focusing mostly on my indie releases now, which a lot of my readers haven’t heard of yet. So we’re going to be putting up excerpts of the indie work I’ve done—both full length and short collections, each Wednesday, to encourage you to give my new work a try.

 

Today’s excerpt comes from Fury Calling.

 

Book Page to find buy links: http://galenorn.com/book/fury-calling/

 

 

RIDING IN A chariot was odd enough, especially one that felt like a battleship. But riding in a chariot drawn by Thor was like riding that battleship through a hurricane. Thunder and lightning crashed around us nonstop, and the hairs on my arms stood up, thoroughly electrified by both the storm raging around us and our proximity to the thunder god. My own fire crackled in response. While I worked with flame for the most part, fire and electricity went hand in hand and where my flame was, the other—whether in the form of forks or sparks—followed.

 

The others huddled on the floor. Finally, realizing we weren’t going to be there in seconds, I sat next to Jason.

 

The chariot reminded me of the hold on Laren’s boat—bigger inside than out and able to hold a massive amount of people and items given the apparent space. It would be so handy, I thought, for me to have a purse or backpack with a pocket extending into the astral realm like this. Maybe not one big enough to hold people, but to hold all the supplies we needed and weigh no more than the average handbag.

 

“What are you thinking about?” Jason asked.

 

“Purses.” I grinned.

 

He blinked. “That answer I did not expect.”

 

“I’m a conundrum.” I laughed. The combination of the approaching danger and the energy surrounding us amped me up like I had drunk too many glasses of wine. I leaned against the side of the chariot, listening as the massive hooves of Tanngrisnir and Tanngnióstr thundered through the woods. Or the sky. Or wherever we were racing. I thought about peeking outside to see where Thor had taken us, but something whispered, “You might not want to do that. You might not live to regret it,” so I restrained myself.

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