There is a time in the lives of many of us when time stops quite suddenly and the life we’ve left behind seems like something read in a history book, something uncomfortably familiar but not.
For me, this was such a time.
My first life was born from Loki, the ancient god of fire worshipped on November 5th all over Britain. It was then I met my husband in the middle of mayhem and fire.
And, when he died, Loki was, as it were, watching and ready to play new tricks.
|In the Path of Loki|
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