My short story doesn't have runes in it. But while paging through books filled with pictures of ancient stone markers with runes carved in them proclaiming that this bridge was built by this person, or this stone was placed in memory of this person's wife, daughter of so and so, the beginnings of a story formed in my mind. (The wonderful picture above comes from beowulf-country.org.)
In my short story, little Neddy Fairborn is far removed from the land of runes, but his ancestor, Bjarn was not - he lived and breathed there, and was up to things perhaps he shouldn't have been . But then, if he wasn't, perhaps there would have been no Neddy...
2 comments:
All I can say is....finish it, please.
Lovely writing style and imagination.
Thank you, joco. You're very kind.
ICQB
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