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    The King and Queen of Wands
    The King and Queen of Wands
    The King and Queen of Wands
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    The King and Queen of Wands

    By Victorea Ryan Meadow

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    For the Gods of Asgard, their twilight is drawing near. Loki and his son Fenris have broken free of their bonds and will lead their Jotun enemies to them in one final glorious battle.

    Only Loki never shows.

    Disturbed by the Trickster's lack of appearance, Odin and Thor set out to find out why.

    Zeus is living the good life. His reign as the King of the Gods is flourishing. Warm weather, an abundance of food, a beautiful Goddess as his Queen - life is good.

    Until Hermes announces there are trespassers in the sacred groves of Olympus, and they've stolen from the Gods. A man, a woman, and a wolf, and the two are not mortals. Curious and determined to bring them to justice for trespassing and thievery, Zeus goes after them with Artemis and Athena.

    Loki is hungry.

    For centuries, he's lain bound to three rocks, a poisonous snake hanging over his head. For centuries, he's watched his wife, devoted Sigyn, stand vigil over him, holding a small wooden bowl to catch the poison and keep the pain away. And she's told him something that changes the course of his fate, something that's more important than revenge on Asgard for slights and insults and the deaths of his sons.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherVictorea Ryan Meadow
    Release dateJul 1, 2016
    ISBN9780997118612
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      The King and Queen of Wands - Victorea Ryan Meadow

      The King and Queen of Wands

      By

      Victorea Ryan Meadow

      (formerly Elise K. Ra’sha/Raven Ember)

      Artwork by Kyla Booth

      This book is a work of fiction. All characters and events are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarities to persons, events, and locales is coincidental.

      Copyrighted to Victorea Ryan Meadow and Enchanted Realms Fiction (formerly Elise K. Ra’sha/Raven Ember). All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or produced in any manner whatsoever without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

      Published in the United States of America

      ISBN-13: 978-0-9971186-1-2

      Contact Information:

      Email: victorea.ryan.meadow@gmail.com

      A Word From the Author:

      I would like to start out by saying that I wrote this with no specific historical event in mind. For a year now, I've delved into the Norse myths and religions, questioned why certain Gods have behaved the way that they have, and come up with a few conclusions. As an author, I like to question why characters do what they do, and I've not been displeased with my results.

      Also, I've toyed with the idea of putting the Greek Gods into the same room as the Norse Gods. Some could argue that the likes of Zeus and Odin are the same that or that Hermes and Loki are, but there are still so many differences between the two cultures that I am of the opinion they're not the same.

      The King and Queen of Wands is the realization of a dream - the Norse Gods meeting the Greek Gods, and the meeting is coming at a time when Asgård is facing her doom . . . or at least supposed to be. I could think of only one reason why Loki would even consider abandoning his quest for revenge, and it's presented within the story.

      I would like to take this moment to say thank you to a few people. First and foremost are my sisters, Kyla Booth and Kami Simon. Thank you both very much, Kyla for the wonderful cover artwork for this story and Portal to Gaming, and Kami for her insights, knowledge, and encouragement. I love you both very much.

      Second, I want to thank my mom, my stepdad, and my grandmother. Thank you, Mom, John, and Grandma, for your love and support. I know at times it seemed like all I was ever going to do was just dream and write, but, thanks to you, I've moved beyond those stages. I love you very much.

      Third, I would like to thank the writing community of Scribophile. Thank you for the help and the growth I've experienced as a writer. I've learned a lot from being there, and I hope it continues for a long time to come.

      Finally, I want to say thanks to you, the reader. Thank you. Thank you for giving me the chance to entertain you, if only for a short while.

      In loving memory of Lawaine Davidson and Grandma and Grandpa P. I hope I've made you proud in the Great Beyond.

      Dedicated to Kyla, Kami, Sarah, Edi, and Elvee

      For the Gods and For Everyone Who Dares to Dream and Believe

      All of Asgård waited. Heimdall stood at the edge of the Bifrost, his sword and horn ready to signal the final battle was upon them.

      Loki had broken free of his bonds, Fenris as well. The Jötuns would be upon them and soon. Odin stood atop the fortress walls, Gungnir at his side.

      Ǽsir and Vanir alike prepared themselves. They polished shields so the weak light of the sun would shine all the brighter against their enemies. They sharpened blades and spear points and stockpiled arrows to slay as many as possible before the ravaging hordes reached them. Loki and his brood were coming for them, their anger and desire for revenge on Asgård strong and poisonous.

      The Gods were prepared for the final days, for Ragnarök, and they celebrated. Mead flowed every night at the banquet tables. Warriors filled their bellies with roasted boar, warm bread, and honey cakes. They laughed and boasted of their upcoming victories, though such triumphs would also cost them their lives.

      Loki never showed. The hordes of Jötunheim stayed within their wintry home. The time for Ragnarök loomed over all of Asgård like a dark and suffocating blanket.

      Days went by after the rumors started, and Odin joined Heimdall in his vigil. The God of Mischief was nowhere to be found. His ravens, Huginn and Muninn, reported as much to Odin.

      At first, the men and women of Asgård gathered at the gates. They waited and watched. Whispers flitted amongst them. Odin heard the questions. Were the rumors true? Had Loki and Fenris truly escaped? If they had, where were they? All knew for certain the trickster God would come after them over imagined slights and insults. The whispers spoke ill of Loki, of how he’d been ungrateful to Asgård for all they had done for him. In the hearts of Ǽsir and Vanir alike, they had done no wrong, but they fretted. Loki prevailed over fire, swift and all-consuming when left unchecked. As such, they expected him to be quick in action, to rouse Jötunheim one last time. Every time they gathered at the walls, they gazed out and wondered when they would hear the drumbeats of war.

      A fortnight passed. Yet, Loki never came.

      Days had turned into weeks, and the crowds gathered at the gates dwindled in size until the only ones remaining were Odin and Heimdall. Arguments ensued and died out. Restlessness settled over Asgård.

      Winter gave way to spring, bright and warm. The Allfather frowned, staring out at the receding snows. Green buds appeared on the trees, and Sleipnir fed on some sprouting grass. The eight-legged steed stayed close to Odin, ready to leap into action when the call sounded.

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