At the farthest ends of Midgard, where Alfheim begins, the Fae goddess Fand gazed upon
Kallan’s fair city. Lorlenalin. The White Opal. The Dokkalfar citadel. Humming a ditty, she
collected her skirts and idly glided through the wood surrounding the city.
Like threads of gold, Seidr flowed from the tips of Fand’s fingers. It flowed down her
gown and branched across the first autumn frost glistening in the moonlight as if the Fae gods
themselves had emerged from Under Earth and touched down on the lands of Midgard. Like
veins, the Seidr webbed a path to the city. The life she found there was strong, but hollow with
grief for their missing queen. Fand called the Seidr back, and she smiled. Memories of the dead
never survive the ages. It was only a matter of time before the Dokkalfar forgot their precious
“This won’t be too hard.”
Fand took a step and strips of leather wove themselves around her bare foot. By the time
she took a second step, she wore a pair of fine leather boots. Her gowns of Under Earth
themselves into something simpler, but just as suggestive. Just as inviting. The gems she
wore to ordain her bodice became grains of golden sand that vanished with the wind. Her
cheekbones rounded out. Her pearlescent skin darkened to look more like a daughter of Alfheim
than the pale, jeweled complexion of a Fae goddess of Eire’s Land.
Fand pushed a hand through her raven black hair, sending strands of Seidr streaking the
black and changing it to a pale blond by the time her fingers reached the tips.
By the time Fand stepped into a beam of moonlight where the Dokkalfar guards could see
her, all that remained of her original appearance was the stunning rings of gold Seidr that
encircled her pupils and the mesmermizing smile that arched her red lips.
By dawn, only two would remember the name of Kallan, Daughter of Eyolf, Queen and
Lady of Lorlenalin.
Dolor and Shadow
The Seidr Cycle Book 1
by Angela B. Chrysler
Genre: High Epic Fantasy
Fire and Lies
The Seidr Cycle Book 2
War rips across the land of Alfheim.
Angela B. Chrysler is a writer, logician, philosopher, and die-hard nerd who studies theology, historical linguistics, music composition, and medieval European history in New York with a dry sense of humor and an unusual sense of sarcasm. She lives in a garden with her family and cats.
In 2014, Ms. Chrysler founded Brain to Books and the virtual trade show, Brain to Books Cyber Convention. A passionate gardener and incurable cat lover, Ms. Chrysler spends her days drinking coffee and writing beside a volume of Edgar Allan Poe who strongly influences her style to this day. When Ms. Chrysler is not writing, she enables her addictions to all things nerdy, and reads everything she can get her hands on no matter the genre. Occasionally, she finds time to mother her three children and debate with her life-long friend who she eventually married. Her writing is often compared to Tad Williams. Her influences are Edgar Allan Poe, The Phantom of the Opera, and Frankenstein.
Angela also loves writing, cats, reading, knitting, gardening, Tai Chi, Yoga, meditation, coffee, BBC, baking, cooking, dancing, singing, anime, and smiling.
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