Exiled: (Phoebe Meadows Book Three) by Amanda Carlson

Author:Amanda Carlson [Carlson, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amanda Carlson, Inc.
Published: 2017-03-23T18:00:00+00:00

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Hel rose from her throne. The blast had been substantial. She didn’t seem overly alarmed. I was beginning to think that was her perpetual emotional state—disassociated with a side of ambivalence.

She strolled off the dais toward the deathly waters. As she went, I tried to glimpse under her skirts, but all I saw was shadowy black.

As she arrived at the river’s edge, there was another loud boom and a shock of light. This time, the brightness stuck, wavering directly over the water.

I trailed behind her, curious, praying it was Fen. Another monstrous crack sounded. It was like thunder was in the room with us. “What’s going on?”

Without turning around, Hel replied blandly, “A god or goddess is trying to contact me.”

“Do they arrive in person?”

“Of course not,” she scoffed. “If they are strong enough, I will see a projection from them and hear their words. It has been many years since I’ve gotten such a message.”

A god or goddess was trying to contact Hel? That wasn’t a coincidence. To be on the safe side, I moved back and to the side. “And if they’re not strong enough?”

“Then I will only hear their voice. If they are extremely weak, they will not be able to get through.”

We both stood staring at the river, waiting for another boom of thunder, the light still wavering in place.

Note to self: Hel was not chatty.

The mass of light began to take shape, a blob of stretchy molten liquid enlarging into an oval hovering over the river.

Inside, a face began to solidify. I held my breath. It could be Odin, here to tell Hel to treat me nicely. But it very well could be Frigg, here to tell her just the opposite.

As the features came into view, they were decidedly male. A face I didn’t recognize. The man had long dark hair, high cheekbones, and piercing eyes.

“Father.” Hel straightened, a little confusion in her reply. “To what do I owe this visit?”

Loki?

Fen’s dad was here.

Holy crap!

Nobody had mentioned him in Asgard, but I knew from the stories I’d heard that he was a trickster—likely responsible for the misinformation about my birth being cursed. He had apparently impersonated a seer and spread lies, but no one knew why.

Fen had told me his father possessed an amazing capacity to glamour himself. He could effortlessly become absolutely anyone he chose.

“You have a female Valkyrie in your possession,” he declared, ignoring any kind of sentiment toward his daughter, to whom he likely hadn’t spoken in hundreds of years. “She is of great value to me.” Then he began to laugh. It was sort of a genial chuckle, which was confusing in the context. “I wish to take her off your hands.”

There were so many things wrong with that sentence.

The top one being that I wasn’t allowed to leave this realm unless I freed Baldur, by decree of Frigg. Loki had to know she’d sent me here, so the trickster god was up to something.

I wasn’t the least bit interested in finding out what.

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