Witch Wars by Alane Adams

Author:Alane Adams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SparkPress
Published: 2020-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

Abigail’s jaw fell open. “Is that—”

“The city of the giants,” Hugo supplied, thinking it was the biggest city he had ever seen.

Izmerelda snapped the reins, urging the badgets on. The sled raced across the field toward a pair of iron gates, the only thing not made of ice. Two giants stood on either side, each holding a lance as thick as a sapling and as tall as the giants themselves. Their leather tunics were trimmed in fur, and weapons were strapped to every inch of their torsos.

One of them squatted down to get a closer look at the sled. Scars crisscrossed his forearms, and his nose looked as if it had been crunched in a fight.

“Aye, troll hag, what are you doing with these puny scraps? You know His Highness doesn’t like humans.”

“These isn’t just any humans,” Izmerelda said. “This is a son of Odin.” She pushed Hugo forward. “There’s a bounty on his head. His Highness wishes to see him.”

The giant sniffed at Hugo, unconvinced, then turned to study Abigail. “This one smells of magic. She’s not one of them witches, is she?”

“Of courses not,” Izmerelda lied. “We knows how the king feels about witches.”

“She’s my healer,” Hugo said. “She travels with me. A son of Odin would never consort with a witch.”

The giant stood. “You may pass, but expect no favors today. His Highness is in a foul mood.”

Izmerelda scratched her chin. “Why is that?”

“Thor has returned to the land of the giants.”

Hugo looked at Abigail. So Thor really was here. That was a good sign. “How do you know?” he asked.

The giant swiveled to look at him. “We have eyes everywhere. Thor should know to stay away.” He waved them through the gate.

Izmerelda drove the sled under a towering blue arch. The buildings were so tall Hugo had to crane his neck back to see the tops. Giants lumbered about everywhere. The females looked as fierce as the males, sporting weapons and flexing muscles as they pushed and shoved each other about, as if it were a sport.

The air smelled of burning steel and ash. They passed by blacksmith shops with sweating trolls working iron forges while others pounded hammers on molten metal, making giant-sized weapons. The male trolls were even uglier than the troll hags, with blunt noses, sneevil-like tusks poking up from their lower jaws, and a pair of short horns on either side of their heads.

The trolls stopped their work as the children passed, eyeing them as if they were sizing them up for their stew pots.

“Really. Bad. Idea,” Abigail muttered.

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