“Today you will be a Taster of Blood, Torsten,” Ødger said, passing him the drinking horn. Torsten took it, reluctant to drink the hot henbane tea. He was a wisp of a boy, a few dark hairs growing from the corners of his upper lip. He talked little with the men, afraid of his … Continue reading The Berserker
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