“I surveyed my surroundings. The hill was covered with sweet-smelling wildflowers and dancing butterflies awash in warm, glowing light—the power of Freya, goddess and ruler of Vanaheim, washing over the realm. On the hilltop, Freya’s handpicked warriors lounged on blankets, laughing and sipping chai. I scowled. Peace, butterflies, chai: this world was awful.” Halfborn GundersonVanaheim Book:9 From the Nine Worlds Source: 9 From the Nine Worlds