Ragnarok n'Roll (sample)

By Jessica Chambers

As the end of the world approaches because Loki got dumped, Asgard must prepare itself for the very worst, and Freyja must prepare to lose everything she holds dear.
(The book is as yet unfinished, this is a teaser)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Chambers
• Release date: Feb 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311570000

Jessica Chambers

Born and grew up in Cornwall but later moved to the south of France with her family. Writes during her free time, and is studying to be a robotics engineer.

Book preview

Ragnarok n' roll

By Jessica Chambers

Smashwords Edition

©2014

A cold wind blew through Valhalla.

Odin didn't like this kind of wind. It was the kind of wind followed by little specks of rain, as if they couldn't be asked to be a proper rain shower. Lazy raindrops. Hoping one day they'd grow up into a nice storm.

He wondered if this was Thor's doing, just to annoy him.

He doubted this highly, as Thor had been preoccupied with that wife of his.

Then why did this wind make Odin feel so uncomfortable? He shifted his weight around on his throne, trying out his limbs to see if they were all functioning. They seemed to be.

For now.

Another wind found it's way to Valaskjalf, and ran under the door, trying to find another way out. This simply caused it to become giddy, and it continued to spin on itself three or four times, whipping up the carpet as it went. It eventually found a way out near the window, squeezing itself out under the pane.

What on Asgard was it playing at? Odin had never seen wind with such personality.

Many a wind had blown through his realm, usually a pleasantly warm one, that ruffled the golden leaves and breathed life into the flowers. This wind was wholly different.

It made everything in it's passage cold and crisp, including Odin's joints, and made the flowers want to dive back underground rather than revive them.

This wind seemed to bring death.

That was what disturbed Odin. This malicious air-movement carried with it the stench of death; perhaps not a death that had already come, but a death that would soon be in Valaskjalf, asking whether the old, fat dude was still hanging around there with those crows of his.

Odin had a sudden empty feeling in his bones. These were the signs he's been waiting for all his life. Now, he knew it. A little trip to Mimir was in order. He hoped he wouldn't ask for his remaining eye, that sort of exchange can't continue.

It was Ragnarok.

Chapter 1

Just hold it. Then it will take care of itself. said Thor.

Freyja and Thor stood in one of the larger meadows of Thrudvang, surrounded by the pure orange grass and small flowers which didn't, couldn't, wouldn't and shouldn't