What happens when an immortal Valkyrie enjoying a quiet life in modern San Francisco finds out her boyfriend is the trickster god Loki?Nothing good.
You may have heard about the rise of a new genre called “New Adult”—that increasingly popular swath of literature in which the protagonist is an adult, but perhaps one still figuring things out. It’s a genre for the adult readers who enjoy the fun and adventure of Young Adult novels but can more closely relate to a 25 year old than a 16 year old. MIST is an exciting addition to this genre that incorporates Norse mythology, currently in vogue thanks to the Thor and Avengers movies.
Centuries ago, all was lost in the Last Battle when the Norse gods and goddesses went to war. The elves, the giants, and the gods and goddesses themselves were all destroyed, leaving the Valkyrie Mist one of the only survivors—or so she thought.
When a snowy winter descends upon modern-day San Francisco in June, Mist’s quite life is rudely interrupted by her past. In quick succession, Mist is attacked by a frost giant in a public park and runs into an elf disguised as a homeless person on the streets…and then the man Mist believed was her mortal boyfriend reveals himself to be the trickster god Loki, alive and well after all these years.
Loki has big plans for the modern world, and he’s been hanging around Mist to get access to a staff that once belonged to the great god Odin. Mist is certain of one thing: Loki must be stopped if there is to be any hope for Earth. But the fight is even bigger than she knows—because Loki wasn’t the only god to survive…
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Are you looking for a fresh new read filled with suspense and betrayal mixed with Norse mythology and a snarky new heroine? Author Susan Krinard has taken a myth and turned it all into one big reality for the world as the old Norse gods are spilling into the mundane world trying to unleash terrible magics and frightening monsters on an unsuspecting populous.
Mist had been one of the Valkyrie, servants of Odin, Choosers of the Slain, carriers of the warriors to Valhalla. But as Ragnarok shook their world and destroyed the hierarchy of the Norse, tearing apart Odin and the gods, the Valkyrie were tossed into a new world along with others from their time and place. Mist came to Earth carrying Odin's spear Gungnir, one of the treasures of Odin that was passed onto each Valkyrie, in hopes that the time of the Aesir would come again. Most has roamed the world for hundreds of years awaiting something, but suffering from the loss of not only her own world and purpose but also from the sufferings of humanity and ravages of war.
Living for so long aside humanity has left Mist separated from her Valkyrie sisters, left her guarding Norse treasures, left a Valkyrie conflicted about her purpose. When a deep betrayal happens close to home, Mist has to pick of the pieces of her relationship as well as her spear to combat a possible Ragnarok that could tear apart her world again.
Fueled by vengeance and filled with power Mist breaks out into fiction as dynamic heroine trying to keep one step ahead of a deadly game. Having felt that her gods abandoned her and her world was destroyed was bad enough but to learn that the apocalypse had not happened fully and a new world order may soon overlap into the human world has Mist allying with humans to fight monsters from her past. What she may soon find is that not only have the gods been closer to her than she has believed but also that the monsters from her old life have more to do with her; than just going through the end of her spear.
There are of magics stirring up Earth when the gods interfere with mortal affairs, but to keep themselves from disappearing they may just have to take our world. Mist is struggling to fight the coming war and protect a growing band of humans that are gathering around her as the forces of gods impact humans. With a charisma from her mother, Mist is a accruing a consortium of half magicked humans who are discovering a battle is taking place on their doorstep, and yet they are unable to fully fight the onslaught of monsters that previously only existed in fairy tales.
Ice monsters, giants and elves oh my! Susan Krinard weaves her characters into a riveting story filled with magic and Norse gods battling a new strong heroine who just wants a future that she can believe in. With a captivating story line and a spectacular series potential, Mist packs a punch that keeps you turning pages until the last.
The clientele in the second room was of a caliber far different from the kids in the public area. The dozen men and women were all mature, attractive, and reeking of wealth . . . the kind who dined every other night at French Laundry, had their clothes tailor- made in Paris, and lived in apartments and pent houses worth more than all Freya’s gold. But there was something off about them, a strangeness that went beyond the fact that they didn’t belong in a place like this, especially early on a weekday morning. They stared at her as if she had crashed an exclusive wedding wearing nothing but her sword. As if she was an enemy. “Leave,” Dainn whispered at her back. “Leave now.” Mist barely heard him. “Who are you?” she asked, looking at each hostile face in turn. Glances were exchanged, but no one answered. Dainn gripped her arm. “There are too many,” he said. And suddenly she knew. “Where is he?” she demanded of the crowd in the Old Tongue, loosening her knife. “Where is your master?” Hard eyes fixed on hers. Several of the men began moving toward her, getting taller by the second. Faces blurred, becoming coarse and ugly with hate. Fists lifted. An unmistakable chill rose in the room.Hrimgrimir emerged from the crowd, grinning with hideous delight. “So we meet again, halfling. Or should I call you cousin?” His pointed teeth were red in the dim light, as if they were already stained with blood. “You must be eager for death. We will be happy to oblige you.” For a moment Mist couldn’t process his words. Halfling? Cousin? It made no sense. None of it did. Why were the Jotunar in Asbrew? Where in Hel was Vid? Pulling her knife free, Mist chanted the Rune- spell of change. Dim light raced along Kettlingr’s blade. She felt Dainn’s touch on her shoulder. “If you must fight,” he said, as if from very far away, “know that you have far more strength than you realize. Feel it, warrior. Let it come.” She didn’t understand what in Baldr’s name he was talking about, but suddenly he was gone, and Hrimgrimir and his kin were upon her. Kettlingr flew up to meet the attack. The blade skittered against a wall of ice that dissolved as soon as the sword completed its arc. She swung again, narrowly missing a giant’s arm. Dainn had been right. There were too many, and she didn’t have the time or means to draw the physical symbols, the staves, that anchored her rudimentary magic and gave the Runes their power.You can build them in your mind, she thought. She’d never even considered the possibility before this morning, but somehow she and Dainn had made it work. Unfortunately, Dainn wasn’t here. She danced out of the way of a blow that would have flattened an elephant and tried to shape a repelling Bind- Rune out of her frantic thoughts.