Fatal Ties: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Lillim Callina Chronicles Book 7) Read Online Free PDF

taking a step toward him and offering my free hand to him. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to fly. Fancy playing Superman, Connor?”
    “Don’t you even want to know where we’re going?” he said, reaching out and taking my offered hand. Even through his weird armor, the touch of the void emanating from him danced across my flesh. I bit down the urge to pull my hand away. I knew Connor wouldn’t appreciate it, especially after I’d offered to be his Lois Lane. No, it was time to put my big girl pants on and let him carry me, even if touching him was like having my insides smothered in darkness.
    “Is it after a horde of monsters?” I asked, calling upon Isis’s power in an effort to shield me from whatever Connor had become. As the goddess’s power flowed through me, extinguishing his void touch, I shot him a smile.
    “Yes, but not just any monsters.” He pulled me close, and before I realized what had happened, he had one arm wrapped around my waist. As his chest pressed against my back, a strange sense of familiarity settled over me, but I couldn’t understand why. “We’re going after Hrym. The captain of Naglfar.”
    I didn’t respond because that probably would have pleased him, but I should have. I should have said to leave me here. I should have turned my happy ass around and marched straight back to my bed because clearly I’d gotten up on the wrong side of it. I didn’t do that, but I wanted to do it. A lot.
    Naglfar was the ship loaded with the worst of the worst of the Norse’s warriors and was destined to bring those bastards to earth’s shores to wage war upon the gods. And Hrym? Well, he was a frost giant of untold power and the captain of said death ship.
    Fighting him wouldn’t be easy. Hell, I wasn’t sure it was possible. Still, I’d been acting brave, and I couldn’t let my armor of bravado fail now. If it did, I might not take a step out of Lot, and at the moment, I had to move forward, no matter the consequences. After all, that’s what my mother would have done, and after everything, I was going to make her proud.
    “So what you’re saying is my sword is being held hostage by a giant on a ship full of zombies,” I said and was somewhat surprised at how confident I sounded. “I thought this was going to be tough. I’ll have my sword back before lunch.”

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    “ I s that all ?” I asked even though the sight of the massive ship Naglfar scared the bejeezus out of me. I knew it was supposedly made from the nail clippings of the dead, but looking at it, I didn’t see how that was possible.
    The ship was so massive, I almost mistook it for an island upon first sight. I mean, I’d seen pictures of aircraft carriers and stuff before, but this boat could eat a fleet of aircraft carriers for breakfast and still be hungry. Vikings more numerous than the sands of the Sahara sat upon the deck in rows as they heaved massive oars into the churning ocean waves. From here, they weren’t much bigger than ants, but I could tell they were decked out in everything from glinting iron armor to furs and pelts.
    Fighting through that many people didn’t seem possible. Even if they were only as strong and fast as a grade school cheerleading team, it wouldn’t take long for them to overwhelm us beneath the sheer weight of their bodies. Unfortunately, these weren’t cheerleaders. They were undead Vikings, and while I wasn’t sure what the extent of Connor’s magical abilities were, if he was anything like me, a well-placed axe to the face would kill him just as quickly as it’d kill me. I wanted to avoid such an outcome if possible, only I wasn’t sure how.
    Sure the smart play was to turn around and run for the hills, but I needed to get my sword back. I could feel it pulsing like a heart below the decks of Naglfar. I couldn’t just abandon the weapon, not if I wanted to have any hope of stopping Ragnarok.
    Thankfully, we had time to plan an attack because we were largely obscured by the