Postcards from Asgard

Ordinarily, Gwen likes goats, even makes her living by milking them, but these two are some kind of devil-spawn, and one of them is pawing the ground, horns aimed at her gut. The fact that they were followed by a blonde farmhand with a much too charming smile isn’t all that much of an improvement, either.

But Thjalfi makes himself useful. He’s...

Samantha Connelly has no idea what she’s doing with her life.

That feeling leads her into the woods, where she pours a libation to a different god--a god of thunder--praying just once for a response. There’s no lightning or ominous rumbles, but she does meet a man with a bow strapped to his back and an easy smile. A man named Ullr, who isn’t...