The Fire Stallion. Stacy Gregg

      

      

      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2018

      Published in this ebook edition in 2018

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      Source ISBN: 9780008261412

      Ebook Edition © October 2018 ISBN: 9780008261436

      Version: 2018-07-24

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      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

      Chapter 1: Eternal Dawn

      Chapter 2: Horses in the Woods

      Chapter 3: Transmogrification

Chapter 4: The All-Thing

       Chapter 5: Bru and Me

       Chapter 6: The Hammer of Thor

       Chapter 7: The Island

       Chapter 8: True Love’s Kiss

       Chapter 9: Prince Sigard

       Chapter 10: The Fire Ring

       Chapter 11: Loki’s Trick

       Chapter 12: The Bidding

       Chapter 13: Fire Stallion

       Chapter 14: Long Shadows

       Chapter 15: Casting the Runes

       Chapter 16: Valkyrie

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      When I was little, I was terrified of the dark. I was totally convinced that night-time brought the monsters to life.

      I never thought that one day I would miss it. That I would be here now, lying in bed wide awake at midnight, longing for the peaceful inky blackness of a true night sky.

      When I push apart the blackout curtains in our log cabin it’s as bright as day outside. Lilac clouds sweep in drifts across the sky, their edges rimmed with fiery shades of pink. At the horizon the sky deepens into blood red until the point where it strikes the sea and becomes molten gold.

      Nobody mentioned the constant daylight to me before we arrived in Iceland. Mum had told me it was going to be freezing here, even though it’s the middle of summer, but she never said that in summer there’s virtually no night. It’s because we’re so close to the North Pole. The sun pretty much never sets.

      You would think that continual daytime would be cool – like staying up as late as you want. But it’s not like that. Eventually, you want to sleep whatever, and then you find that you can’t because, even with the blackout curtains, those rays find a way of creeping in. Just knowing that the sun is blazing outside while you’re in bed trying to sleep is enough to keep you wide awake.

      No wonder this place is messing with my head. Ever since that night with the fire ritual, I swear that I’m not always me any more. I shift back and forth, my shape becoming one and the same as hers. If I focus hard now, I can hear her voice. More than that, I can feel her thoughts and instincts. They’re mingled with mine. Brunhilda’s Viking blood is coursing through my veins. I’m a thousand years old and thirteen all at the same time.

      Yesterday, as I walked across the fields towards the horses with Anders I saw this patch of brilliant red berries growing right there on the moss beside the track. Without thinking, I picked some and put them straight in my mouth. Anders was horrified.

      “Are you crazy? They could be poisonous!”

      I laughed. “They’re delicious,” I insisted, holding them out to him. “Try some!”

      I would have been in big trouble if Katherine had caught me. Feeding potentially poisonous wild berries to her lead actor? She would have hit the roof. I’m not even a proper crew member on this movie, I’m only here because of Mum.

      Anders hesitated for longer than I expected. “How do you know, Hilly? If they’re poisonous, they could kill us,” he said.

      “I’ve got no intention of dying,” I replied, smiling. My hand was still outstretched, daring him to take them.

      “Nobody intends to die,” Anders said, plucking the entire handful from my palm and then munching them down.

      “Yummy,” he agreed.

      I double-checked the berries on the internet when I was back at the cabin later that day. Lingonberries, it said. They turn scarlet when ripe for the picking. Perfectly safe. A staple of the ancient Icelandic diet. But then I had known that when I had picked them. It’s because of Brunhilda. I know everything that she knows. All about the natural world around me here. Like I can tell you which are the tastiest of the mosses and lichens growing on the volcanic rocks. I’m an expert too on gathering seaweed, picking through the salty strands washed up on the shoreline, divining which kinds are suited for eating raw and which would be better for stewing in the cooking pot. The other day, walking along the beach, I found a dead Greenland shark that