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Heart Line
I lay comatose on the ground for what seemed like days as charred petals and frost set over my body, the rose garden of Jarngrimr's heart frozen over like tundra. The vines witherered, and blood from thorn pricks, black draugr filth, erupted from my veins as I boiled over.
Seized with chills, I looked at the center of the gardens: there stood Skadhi, the great ice Jotun who watched over me. She delicately plucked the last remaining red rose and crushed it, bringing the petals to her nose as her apparition inhaled. Her hard blue lips softened as she gazed upon me woefully, then she floated over on buckskin boots, three feet above the ground, a mix of ghost and great strides. Her head reached the clouds, and her breasts had a fox pelt over them with rabbit skins hanging from her belt."I felt the amethyst shatter, goddaughter," Skadhi Ondurdis said gently, lifting me up into her palm. She poked at my empty belly – I had barfed up breakfast – and she gRelated chapters
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