The flame of Skjoldheim

The flame of Skjoldheim

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Skandinavia in the 9th century. Winter reigns in the north - and the silence of the gods. Astrid, a young healer, lives on the edge of a remote village, rejected by the humans who need her skills but fear her origins. She knows the cold. She knows being alone. And she knows the stories of the Skjoldheimers - warriors with black wolves on their shields, who let villages burn and take no prisoners. When she finds a wounded stranger in the snowy forest, his life is in her hands. He bears the mark of the Skjoldheimers. He is one of them. She should have let him die. But she saved him. Kael - the Hound of Skjoldheim - is a fallen warrior with a bloody past and a shattered heart. Between him and Astrid, more than just mistrust grows - it's a bond of guilt, longing, and something that could destroy them both: hope. But the village is watching. The snow hides enemies. And ancient runes begin to whisper... How much is one allowed to feel - for the one who once burned everything?
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