In my novel, the Saxon tribe of the Wolf Sons (who give
their name to the book’s title - WULFSUNA) face a terrifying entity. What, you
wonder, could put the fear into the hearts of several scores of burly Saxon warriors?
Mortal enemies with swords and spears can be vanquished. Those foes do not
frighten them. Even death, though often gruesome, is a fate greeted bravely,
for it means acceptance to Woden’s great hall and a feast before the last great
battle of the world. It is something far more sinister and foreboding that
grips these men’s hearts with ice.