Read MoreFor through her own mother,
the dear-of-er,
she was an Irish daughter
descended from Niall of the Nine Hostages,
a true High King,
who had dared kiss
the Loathly Lady of the Well
full on the lips,
on seeing the beauty that lay beneath
her croaked, stooped form.
Down into the blackness where light can not pierce, where strange luminous creatures drift, impervious to the cold, there Tangaroa placed Harry on the sea bed.
Read MoreA tale of Gullfaxi and Gunnfoder.
Read MoreShe who rides this horse and wears this sword will find happiness
The tale of Skadi and Njord
Read MoreAt Skadi’s roar a hundred avalanches cascaded down the mountain sides, and her tears fell as hailstorms on the villages in the valleys below. Skadi would avenge her father's death. She was the great huntress, the giantess, the ice queen.
