My fate is my own. My mother’s words haunt me. Even as my father sold me to an Earl who promised ruin and terror. So I ran and hid, until fate decided it was not mine to own anymore. I was transported into a world between worlds. One told in stories about the Gods. Only Midgard was no haven for the mighty. The Gods have vanished, and in their place chaos has moved in. Odin’s wolves are on the hunt and the nine worlds entwined in the roots of Yggdrasil are in turmoil, keeping the Gods away. Only one can balance the scales of the cosmos. And all the eyes are on the newcomer. The one with fate entwined with darkness and desire. Me. A fate not even the Seer saw coming as three men discover my secret and use it against me. But fate was never for the weak, nor was it for the tame. And as my life and theirs become entwined I find the real reason Ragnarök bends to my will. I was not made for land of mortals and men. My name is Raven and I will do more than claw out of the chaos. I will grasp the fate my mother gave me. With love, darkness, and pain. I will rise.