Böcker av Living History

I had heard tales of women with secret knowledge and powers, but I never imagined that there would be one standing right in front of me."You're a Völva?" the word rolled off my tongue strangely... I only knew faintly what a Völva was. They were said to be strange women with strange powers. Not only could they protect and ward against ill omens, but they could also travel the realms and reach into places untapped by most humans. As such, they were often spoken of in whispers of both reverence and mystery."Yes, I am. And an old one at that," she said, getting up from her chair. It seemed so casual as if she was just talking about a mindless chore that she was doing. Like it was nothing special that she had just performed some form of magic right in front of me.For two years, I learned everything I could on runes, protections, herbs, medicines, and anything else that Dagmar deemed necessary. In the few moments I had that were not dedicated to lessons from Dagmar, I would seek out Ivar for his quiet presence. There was just something about being near him that set my mind at ease.All that consumed my thoughts was avengement and how close Ulrik was. Soon he would taste the bitter sting of defeat.In the realms of Norse Mythology, a girl sets out to avenge her village only to meet a powerful teacher on her journey into the abyss of forbidden knowledge.

"I believe in you," Amélie says. She peers up at me, her eyes alight with passion and pain. "Even the ocean wasn't wide enough to keep us apart." June 6, 1944. Gazing over the ocean, Eddie sits on the edge of a stone wall overlooking the beach. The tide that had swept in now slowly ebbs, leaving behind it a beach full of dead. There is so much work to be done.The thought depresses me, but I know that I can't dwell on it too much. If I am to survive the war and find my way to Amélie in Paris, I have to stay on my guard and be ready for anything.At the thought of Paris, I lean back. Memories of those moments remain with me even now. After almost five years of separation, the promises we made to each other remain. I need to find Amélie. First, I just have to survive one of the most significant battles we have yet to face, the one they are calling D-Day. Reaching Paris and finding Amélie has never felt so impossible...Amélie, Paris. Mama smiles at me and makes her way into the kitchen. The sweet smell of fresh tea and biscuits baking in the oven fills the air. I pour a cup for each of us and sit down opposite her, cupping my own steaming brew."If he is the man you describe, I think he will be a man who pursues honour and does his duty for God and his country," Mama says, stirring the tea ruminatively. "I can only pray that God keeps watch over him, wherever he is."A gripping story of love against all odds, found in the most hopeless of places. This epic page turner inspires us that the pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.Readers will absolutely love No Ocean Wide Enough