Monday, August 11, 2014

Featured Book - Fargoer - A Viking Age Tale

Fargoer - A Viking Age Tale
Petteri Hannila


When everything Vierra holds dear is trampled to ashes, will she find the strength to fight on?

In the dark woods of ancient Scandinavia, an extraordinary woman is creating foundations for her life. All this is threatened to be burned in flames of chaos, as men as well as spirits put their powers against her happiness. She is to become Fargoer, one who wanders across the known world for her destiny. Among her assets is a will of iron that is not ready to settle for something not of her own doing. 

Fargoer begins a fantasy tale set against a backdrop of the Viking Age. It will take the reader deep into the forests of the north, among the people of Kainu both unique and ancient in their ways. Viking warriors prowl the waterways and riches of the far south are in the reach of the powerful. Yet, powers both supernatural and natural are in constant motion to set things as they see fit. 

If you like fast-paced fantasy novels or viking mythology / sagas, you will enjoy reading Fargoer. The book has often been compared to the works of Robert E. Howard and Jean M. Auel, among others. 

Author's excerpt from the novel:
She snapped awake to gentle shakes from Ulva. Even though the spring was on its way the nights were still long. The dark hours after midnight were at hand and the firewood was about to run out. In order to save the little they had left, they let the campfire burn down to embers and kept their eyes focused to the dark forest. There was movement to be seen now and then, on the edge of the fading circle of light, and you could hear the sounds of paws over the crackling of the fire. The wolves were still out there and the diminishing flames tempted them closer and closer. “There goes the last of the firewood,” said Armas. There was fear in his voice and in his eyes that gleamed by the glowing fire. The fire brightened for a moment, throwing sparks high up to the air. “You keep your arrows and your knife ready. We haven’t been eaten yet,” Vierra stated encouragingly and stepped nearer to the boy. “Stay close to me.” The young boy’s fear awakened her maternal instinct. She stood by the fire that slowly waned into embers, with an arrow on her bowstring and her green eyes flashing. Frighteningly fast the campfire dimmed to a faint glow while a pale hint of light could be seen in the eastern horizon. When the morning glimmer created a grim, dark blue moment, the wolves began their attack. They came simultaneously and from multiple directions as if the surrounding forest was shooting dark gray arrows over the deep blue field of snow. Vierra’s bow sang the vivid song of death and many of the dark gray arrows halted midflight on the snow, stopped by a smaller and even angrier arrow. The men were busy with their bows too and it wasn’t long before the wolves gave up and fled back to the shelter of the forest. “Let’s pack our gear and leave, they’ll linger nearby anyway waiting for another chance,” said Ulva. He gathered the arrows off the bodies of the fallen wolves. “Let’s gather these first,” Armas said and started to skin one of the animals. “These are valuable.” “Take the flesh too. If everyone else in your village is as hungry as you, it’ll come in need,” Vierra ventured. “Runtamoinen will not like it, and probably not the skins either,” Armas considered. “Don’t care about Runtamoinen,” the taciturn Raito snorted. “We’ll just say that it came off a moose, and he happily eats it.” “It’s not wise to annoy Runtamoinen. He is more powerful than all the other villagers combined,” said Ulva with an irritated voice. “That is his apprentice talking. His powers have not gotten your stolen women back, or taught us how to preserve game,” answered Raito.

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