Ragnarok by Michael Smorenburg Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Ragnarok
Worlds
Collide Book 1
by
Michael Smorenburg
Genre:
Fantasy, Romantic Suspense
A
secret NASA experiment gone wrong, the chaos that erupts, and one
reporter seeking the truth who chases leads where she shouldn't.
On
a flight from Paris to Los Angeles Tegan Mulholland is intrigued &
charmed by Pete, the mysterious stranger sitting beside her. But when
their plane almost falls from the sky and other jets in her vicinity
wink from the radar, the official explanations that follow reek to
Tegan's retired investigative journalist mind of cover up.
What
is not declared:
A
secret NASA experiment has warped a column of time instead of space,
plucking with it the planes out of our era, and a band of Norse
warriors from the Vinland colony millennia ago into our epoch.
Rowing
eastward and back to Iceland, the contrail of Tegan's plane appearing
after the strange aurora and moving westward high above, the Norsemen
conclude are Odin's order to return to Vinland and unknowingly toward
the modern day Canadian coast, where, just days--yet a thousand years
before--the skraeling Indians
had driven them out.
As
news reports flood Tegan's living room of bloodshed and massacre,
speculating about which gang of roughly dressed bearded marauders are
responsible for mass-murder around the quiet Canadian coast, Tegan
develops a hunch that there is more to the story than it seems. She
quits her Hollywood Exec job and embarks on an odyssey that leads
inexorably ever closer toward the Norsemen's hidden lair.
Only
Pete, the Lockheed consultant she had steadily fallen in love with
during the harrowing flight and since, has any hope of saving
her.
If
you enjoy intrigue, conspiracy and romantic suspense, Ragnarok will
grip your imagination and not let go.
Viking
Longboat, East of Vinland, Labrador Sea
9th May
1027
Latitude: 47°30'26"N
Longitude: 50°21'41"W
Ráðúlfr
Júrgson shrugged his leather cape off and stood a moment at
the stjornborði, the tiller oar in his hand. He
arched his aging back, and a lifetime at the oar rattled down his
spine with that wash of relief that always made a magnificent day
feel even better. He’d
been at the stjornborði, starboard side, on the oar conning the
vessel for most of the morning. “Gansi…”
he called to his son. “Ok
vagn er flýgr,”
he said and the men laughed heartily. Roughly
translated from his native Norse, it suggested that this was supposed
to be a chariot on the sea, not a plodding cart. He indicated to his
son to replace him at the tiller oar, and stepped to the lad’s
rowing seat. “We
pull this clinker home,” his voice rumbled out through his greying
beard and the men at the oars raised their energy to match his vigor. Raol
was now in his sunset years, a man of vast experience and respect.
He’d led this group out so many lives ago; so many lives lost to
the skræling… the savages in the new lands. The
last skirmish when the moon was full was a final straw. They had sat
in negotiations for two days straight, deciding the course. It
was a decision taken at a hastily assembled outdoor meeting called
a thing in the Norse tongue, held on the plains
under an open sky. It harkened back to the original plains
of Þingvellir, or “Thing Fields” incepted
in 930 AD, almost a century ago. Two
larger boats holding the women and children had been with them until
sunset the night before, when Thor had brought the storm upon them. Dawn
found them all alone on a sea still angry, running confused and lumpy
with small waves formed by the wind. The prow of their longboat,
taller than a tall man, bit deeply into the onrushing swell as each
rolled by relentlessly toward the shore, two days rowing behind them,
where the sun would set. It
had been six winters since he and his men had seen other men of his
tribe. His sentence had been three winters, so that he would be
welcomed when they made landfall in Iceland again in the coming
months. He
was not a particularly violent man. He had killed in anger, yes, he
reminisced. But it was only an ending of trouble, not a making of it.
Michael Smorenburg (b. 1964) grew up in Cape Town, South Africa. An entrepreneur with a passion for marketing, in 1995 Michael moved to California where he founded a business consultancy and online media and marketing engine in the burgeoning internet. In 2003 he returned to South Africa where he launched a security company. In 2015 he divested of the business to write full time. Michael's greatest love is the ocean, keeping up with the latest breakthroughs in science, understanding the cosmos and sharing all he learns.
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Book looks intresting and exciting.
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