The North Remembers Her

She died in 2026.

At least, that's what Sage Calloway remembers.

One moment, she's drowning beneath freezing water after a late-night car crash. The next, she wakes on the shores of ninth-century Norway-cold, injured, and surrounded by warriors speaking the language she's spent her entire life obsessing over.

The Viking Age was never supposed to be real.

For Sage, Norse mythology had always been an escape from burnout, loneliness, and the crushing pressure of modern life. A world of gods, warriors, and fate felt easier to understand than her own.

But nothing about this place feels unfamiliar.

Not the longships cutting through black water.

Not the runes carved into ancient wood.

Not the haunting dreams that grow stronger every night.

And especially not Eirik Asvaldsson-the dangerous young warrior who looks at her like he's mourning someone he lost.

As Sage struggles to survive the brutality of the North, fragments of another life begin surfacing through her memories. A life filled with blood, fire, and a love story that ended in tragedy centuries ago.

Because Sage was never meant to discover the Viking world.

She was born from it.

Now, with war brewing between kingdoms and whispers of the gods following her every step, Sage must uncover who she once was before history repeats itself-and before the man she's beginning to love loses her all over again.

The North remembers her.

Even if she does not.