One day, he’s tracked down by a man he’s never met—a man his mother claimed was dangerous. The man tells him an impossible secret: Magnus is the son of a Norse god.
The Viking myths are true. The gods of Asgard are preparing for war. Trolls, giants and worse monsters are stirring for doomsday. To prevent Ragnarok, Magnus must search the Nine Worlds for a weapon that has been lost for thousands of years.
When an attack by fire giants forces him to choose between his own safety and the lives of hundreds of innocents, Magnus makes a fatal decision.
Sometimes, the only way to start a new life is to die . . . @goodreads
I enjoyed this book a great deal. I'm wanting to get into more Norse Mythology and even though this was a more funny take on those things I still enjoyed it. One star off for making my wolves the bad guys in a book once again. < -- And no, I need no commentary on that.
I loved Magnus friends, well I loved him too. There is a lot of snark and funny moments in the book. And I figured that going into this. I WILL be reading as many books as I can of Vikings etc that are more history based.
Magnus has no idea who his father is as it goes and he has to hunt for a sword so the world doesn't come to an end. Well, that is something to lay on a kid who has been living on the streets for two years. He has some trusty friends named, Hearth and Blitzen, that stay with him. They turn out to be something else and I love them to pieces.
There are other friends in the book that I enjoyed:
and I probably left someone out as I tend to do, but not on purpose.
I will continue on with the series to see what they get up to in their next adventures.
I will leave you will a couple of excerpts.
I'd seen some weird stuff in my life.
I once watched a crowd of people wearing nothing but Speedos and Santa hats job down Boylston in the middle of winter. I met a guy who could play the harmonica with his nose, a drum set with his feet, a guitar with his hands, and a xylophone with his butt all at the same time. I knew a woman who'd adopted a grocery cart and named it Clarence. Then there was this dude who claimed to be from Alpha Centauri and had philosophical conversations with Canadian geese.
"Long enough to know you're an idiot," she grumbled.
"What she's trying to say," T.J. offered, "is that hallmates always protect each other. We'll cover your escape."
The door of my room shook, Cracks spiderwebbed from the nameplate. A decorative spear off the way of the corridor.
"X!" T.J. called. "Help!"
The half-troll's door expolded off its hinges. X lumbered into the hallway as if he'd been standing just inside, waiting for the call. "Yes?"
T.J pointed. "Magnus's door. Squirrel."
X marched over and shoved his back against my door. It shuddered again, but X held firm. Enraged barking echoed from inside.
Halfborn Gunderson stumbled out of his room wearing nothing but smiley-face boxers, double-bladed axes in his hands.
"What's going on?" He glowered at Blitz and Hearth.
"Should I kill the dwarf and the elf?"
"No!" Blitzen yelped. "Don't kill the dwarf and the elf!"
"They're with me," I said. "We're leaving."
"Squirrel," T.J. explained
Halfborn's shaggy eyebrows achieved orbit. "Squirrel as in squirrel, squirrel?"
"Squirrel squirrel," Mallory agreed. "And I'm surrounded by morons morons."
A raven soared down the hall. It landed on the nearest light fixture and squawked at me accusingly.
"Well, that's great," Mallory said. "The ravens have sensed your friends' intrusion. That means the Valkyries won't be far behind."