Synopsis

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the meadow as Barnaby adjusted his spectacles, peering at the figure emerging from the trees. It was a man unlike any he had ever encountered – tall and powerfully built, with a wild mane of hair and eyes that seemed to hold the glint of distant storms. He carried an axe, not with casual familiarity, but with a weight of purpose that sent a shiver down Barnaby’s spine. This was Thorvald, a Viking, and he had stumbled into their quiet world quite by