Wrecked: New Gods by A. L. Magnus

Author:A. L. Magnus [Magnus, A. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: adult fantasy, norse mythology, Urban Fantasy, new adult fantasy, female hero, Warrior Woman, Goddess
Publisher: Hughes Unlimited
Published: 2019-08-27T06:00:00+00:00

A Blink

He rested his hands on her hips and touched her forehead against his.

Peace enveloped her. She fought it. Letting go like this was dangerous. What the hell had he done to her?

“Maybe I’ll just call you Red Beard.” She gave the thick growth a tug.

“I wouldn’t.”

“Why not?”She licked her lips. Taunting him felt familiar.

He grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back.

Growling, she kicked him and got the satisfaction of seeing him wince. It seemed like they’d sparred this way for ages. “You don’t play fair, you big lug.”

“What fun would that be?” Keeping a tight grip on her, he directed a feral smile into her strained, upturned face. “Never heard you complain when I saved your ass in battle.”

Grinning like a bad boy, he released her.

“You are a wild man.” She teetered, caught her balance, and rubbed her arms. They felt rope-burned.

Glaring at him, she stuck her leg back in her jeans, tugged them into place, and got her boot back on. She patted her pack. Good thing she wrapped her camera before she got pounded on it.

“No. I’m Ysgorath. It’s different.” He grinned. “Call me Erik.” He goosed her ribs.

The light flared. The Truth Teller got the clue. All that light-show of realization during that mind expanding orgasm had faded, but it rushed in now like a bullet train.

“You’re telling me you’re a god? Wait. You mean like old-mythology-god, or Neil Gaimon god?”

“There’s a difference?”

“Put on the brakes. You called me—Edrial. Is she? Am I—?” She choked. She couldn’t say it. Even though the Sunday school days, the Bible camps, and the beatings were long behind her, she couldn’t utter an unbelievable blasphemy. She flinched as though her mother was still alive, cord from the old percolator in her hand.

“A god? Yes, or goddess, if you prefer. Being a god doesn’t require a standard gender. Our first being, among others, was beyond the binary. To each the their own. I’m fond of the raging testosterone in this body, despite the aspersions on masculinity in the present age. Not that some of the criticisms aren’t warranted, but when you squash boys for being boys from a young age, don’t be surprised when you get poor excuses for men.” He clucked his tongue. “Enough of that. There’s no point in debating the shortcomings of this time and place, it’s as ephemeral as, well, human life. This is a blink, nothing more.”

Sparks blinked at Erik. A blink, nothing more.

A tear trailed down her face and dripped off her jaw. This meant everything meant nothing.

Her struggle to survive, to find hiding places to escape her mother’s alcoholic rages, her studying with a flashlight under the covers, her stupid, miserable jobs, and getting into college. It was all a big nothing because this big lug said she was someone else, someone more important than Sparks the Truth Teller and the poor girl who spawned her own vision of a hero. That meant she was no one and none of what she’d lived through, none of what she’d done and was trying to do meant anything.

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