Aoife sat up straighter, her hand moving to hold mine that had been touching her hair. “No, Mammy. I am here to take you to the deepest realms of the otherworld. Isolde still belongs to the land of the living.”

The wind took my mind from me. There was more to see, so I let myself go, let my mind finally be free of the body that had chained it to the earth, and became part of the wind

“Broccan!” I shouted. “Broccan. I am here.” “He can’t hear you,” Aoife said.

Svein Forkbeard?”

Northern Ó’Neills

Flaithbertach ingen Muirchertach.”

“When I died, I made my way to the otherworld. I found many gateways. They are closed…

Lagatha rescued Ragnar Loðbrok.

You will have a daughter who will conquer death. The prophecy was right, then. My first daughter moved between the veil, between the land of the living and the land of the dead. “Can he come to the otherworld?” My voice filled with desperation. Even though he was mortal, I couldn’t leave him here.