Hammer of the Gods

By RK Wheeler

"Father, tell us about the Nine Realms," Thor said.

A large, brimmed hat adorned the head of Asgard's king.  His polished armor was cloaked as he leaned against the base of the old oak.  A golden spear hovered vertically in the air near its master.  Gungnir it was named.  The lance could be cast at will by Odin, and it was said never to miss its mark.  Long, dark hair blended into the beard of the large warrior.  The light of the fire danced in his thoughtful eyes as he pondered his elder son's query.  A grin beset his handsome face before he replied.

"We have but tonight before your quest begins but I will tell you what I can.  If you survive, you will be men when you return to Asgard."

• Language: English
• Publisher: RK Wheeler
• Release date: Oct 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393345053

RK Wheeler

I dream of traveling the world with a laptop and gleaning inspiration from frosty peaks, deep valleys and thick forests, but for now I write between patients or after hours. I enjoy beekeeping when I am not writing or working as a chiropractic physician.  The busy buzz of the female bees is a relaxing hum, well, until one gets into your bee suit.  Then there are moments of sheer terror, with the occasional lancing pain.  So I recently invested in a new dragon armor for bees, that thus far is immune from their little stingers. They don't seem to understand that I am there for more than robbing them of their honey, but to help keep out pests and to give them food or medicine when needed. I like to exercise almost daily.  During this time I listen to audiobooks, either my own or authors in my genre typically.   Of course I succumb to Facebook's allure, but it is not all laughs and politics, for I belong to perhaps 30 or more writing groups where I learn and share information about authorship. Family time is very important to me and now that my books are being converted to audio I am having more success in getting family to listen to what I have writen. My favorite spot to read is on the sunny deck of a cruise ship in the turquoise waters of the Caribean.  No cell phones or interuptions. I am excited to get the sequel to Scions of Azazyel to paper for my fans.  It is all in my brain, it is a matter of getting it all on the computer and then the editing begins. I love writing fantasy, as not even I know where the story might take us until it is complete.  It seems to have a life of its own as I read, ponder and dream. 

Book preview

Two there be of Odin’s sons

But different blood through veins do run

Warrior one and mystic two

Dark the skies which Mjolnir flew

Tunnel of Terrors the youth must go

Dangers they face in the world below

Nine Realms there were upon a time

And nine there are of dragon kind

Odin’s spear its flight must be true

As dragon fire comes into view

Father, tell us about the Nine Realms, Thor said.

A large, brimmed hat adorned the head of Asgard’s king.  His polished armor was cloaked as he leaned against the base of the old oak.  A golden spear hovered vertically in the air near its master.  Gungnir it was named.  The lance could be cast at will by Odin, and it was said never to miss its mark.  Long, dark hair blended into the beard of the large warrior.  The light of the fire danced in his thoughtful eyes as he pondered his elder son’s query.  A grin beset his handsome face before he replied.

We have but tonight before your quest begins but I will tell you what I can.  If you survive, you will be men when you return to Asgard.

The boys looked a bit worried but tried not to show fear before their father.  The black gates which lead to the Tunnel of Terrors stood before them, perhaps a league beyond the hill where they had made their camp.  The giant carvings of armored warriors with spears crossed towered high above the entry as a warning of the perils within.  The passages were one of the few paths which led to the surface world of Midgard.  A less perilous route could be made through the elven lands of Alfeim but Odin had