Title:
Seidrmaidens (Wyrdfolk #1)
Author: Katja
Aronsen
(http://katjaaronsen.wordpress.com/)
Genre:
Paranormal, Mythology, Young Adult
Release
Date: April 7, 2014
Publisher:
Booktrope Publishing (http://booktrope.com)
Price: $0.99
(ebook)
Synopsis:
In
Seidrmaidens (Book One of the Wyrdfolk), author Katja Aronsen introduces
readers to the world of the wyrdfolk and their seidrmagick abilities. Four
Seattle seidrmaiden teenagers join together to solve the mystery of the Fenrir
Stones, struggle against a rival seidr group, and unknowingly assist an evil
Norse legend. Fenrir, the son of Loki and bringer of Ragnarak, may break his
bonds and run free to destroy the worlds of both the gods and humans. The
seidrmaidens and their fylgjur-cats combine to try to solve the mystery and
keep Fenrir bound.
Author Bio
I am a technical writer, editor, and web designer, with a strong
interest in designing effective websites and mobile applications.
Links
Website: http://katjaaronsen.wordpress.com/
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/seidrmaidens-katja-aronsen/1119128733?ean=9781620153567
Freyja’s chosen fylgjur spirit guides of the wyrdfolk, the four cats, sat
together in a trance. Freyja had called upon them to see the future, and see
the path they and their seidrmaidens must take.
The fylgjur-cats sat up, facing each other with eyes closed. They sat very close together, all four foreheads touching. They sat in silence, in the center of a salt circle, which was the remains of their seidrmaidens’ circle the night before.
They sat together as one, and looked past the veil that divided the Outer World from the Inner World. They looked into the Inner World’s forest filled with spirits, wights, gods, goddesses, and demons. In the Inner World, Freyja stood in a small clearing between two pine trees. She knelt down to tend a small fire. The fylgjur-cats walked out of the salt circle into the Inner World forest, and sat around Freyja’s fire. She lovingly patted each fylgja-cat, smiled at them, and then reached into her cloak pocket.
“These,” she said, “are for you.” She tossed four stones onto the ground. The yellow, green, red, and blue stones clicked together as they tumbled across the ground. They sparkled like stars in the night sky.
“These are your protection and your source. Yellow for Frost, green for Storm, red for Inferno, and blue for Ash. Be safe, my fylgja-cat; be sure that Fenrir does not harm my seidrmaidens. Guard them with your lives.”
Freyja turned to the white fylgja-cat, Frost, and said, “Yellow is for winter.” Frost swiftly trotted down and picked up the yellow stone in his mouth and returned to the salt circle, forehead to the ground, and waited.
“Green is for spring,” Freyja softly spoke. Storm, the gray tabby fylgja-cat, picked up the green stone and followed Frost into the salt circle. He sat waiting, forehead to the ground.
“Red is for summer,” spoke Freyja, with a serious voice. The ginger tabby fylgja-cat, Inferno, leapt down and quickly picked up the red stone with his mouth. He enthusiastically ran into the salt circle, put forehead to the ground, and impatiently waited, tail twitching.
Freyja looked down at the black fylgja-cat, Ash, with sadness. She knelt down and lovingly stroked his forehead, then gently tugged one of his ears. Still kneeling, she whispered, “Blue is for Autumn.” Ash picked up the blue stone in his mouth and proudly walked into the salt circle. He put forehead to the ground and purred.
Freyja’s chosen fylgjur, the spirit guides of the wyrdfolk—the four cats—sat together in a trance and bound themselves to their stone and began to chant. To us humans and because we live in the Outer World, all we would have noticed is a group of cats purring; however, fylgjur-cats chant in the Inner World. Their chant was a deep, resonant pulse that echoed throughout the Inner World forest.
The fylgjur-cats sat up, facing each other with eyes closed. They sat very close together, all four foreheads touching. They sat in silence, in the center of a salt circle, which was the remains of their seidrmaidens’ circle the night before.
They sat together as one, and looked past the veil that divided the Outer World from the Inner World. They looked into the Inner World’s forest filled with spirits, wights, gods, goddesses, and demons. In the Inner World, Freyja stood in a small clearing between two pine trees. She knelt down to tend a small fire. The fylgjur-cats walked out of the salt circle into the Inner World forest, and sat around Freyja’s fire. She lovingly patted each fylgja-cat, smiled at them, and then reached into her cloak pocket.
“These,” she said, “are for you.” She tossed four stones onto the ground. The yellow, green, red, and blue stones clicked together as they tumbled across the ground. They sparkled like stars in the night sky.
“These are your protection and your source. Yellow for Frost, green for Storm, red for Inferno, and blue for Ash. Be safe, my fylgja-cat; be sure that Fenrir does not harm my seidrmaidens. Guard them with your lives.”
Freyja turned to the white fylgja-cat, Frost, and said, “Yellow is for winter.” Frost swiftly trotted down and picked up the yellow stone in his mouth and returned to the salt circle, forehead to the ground, and waited.
“Green is for spring,” Freyja softly spoke. Storm, the gray tabby fylgja-cat, picked up the green stone and followed Frost into the salt circle. He sat waiting, forehead to the ground.
“Red is for summer,” spoke Freyja, with a serious voice. The ginger tabby fylgja-cat, Inferno, leapt down and quickly picked up the red stone with his mouth. He enthusiastically ran into the salt circle, put forehead to the ground, and impatiently waited, tail twitching.
Freyja looked down at the black fylgja-cat, Ash, with sadness. She knelt down and lovingly stroked his forehead, then gently tugged one of his ears. Still kneeling, she whispered, “Blue is for Autumn.” Ash picked up the blue stone in his mouth and proudly walked into the salt circle. He put forehead to the ground and purred.
Freyja’s chosen fylgjur, the spirit guides of the wyrdfolk—the four cats—sat together in a trance and bound themselves to their stone and began to chant. To us humans and because we live in the Outer World, all we would have noticed is a group of cats purring; however, fylgjur-cats chant in the Inner World. Their chant was a deep, resonant pulse that echoed throughout the Inner World forest.
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