Dolor And Shadow by Angela B. Chrysler

A Norse Fantasy Novel

As the elven city burns, Princess Kallan is taken to Alfheim while a great power awakens within her.

Dolor and shadow

"...a sweeping, epic novel... highly recommend it to all fantasy lovers." - Erin S. Riley, author of Odin's Shadow

As the elven city burns, Princess Kallan is taken to Alfheim while a great power awakens within her. Desperate to keep the child hidden, her abilities are suppressed and her memory erased. But the gods have powers as well, and it is only a matter of time before they find the child again.

When Kallan, the elven witch and Queen of Lorlenalin, fails to save her dying father, she inherits her father’s war and vows revenge on the one man she believes is responsible: Rune, King of Gunir. But soon, a twist of fate puts Kallan into the protection of the man she has sworn to kill, and Rune into possession of power he does not understand.

From Alfheim to Jotunheim, and then lost in the world of Men, the two must form an alliance to make their way home and solve the lies of the past... and of the Shadow that hunts them all.

"Angela B. Chrysler has brought world building to breathtaking heights with ‘Dolor and Shadow’" - Jay Norry
"This is book one in a set that has the potential to become timeless" - Timothy Bateson

Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Epic

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Fairy Tales, Folk Tales, Legends & Mythology

Language: English

Keywords: Dark Fantasy with elves and magic, High Fantasy with elves and humans, Epic Fantasy sword and sorcery action legends, Fantasy with elves adventure novels, Norse and Celtic Mythology books myths, Elves with romance romantic fantasy, Historical Fantasy with elves wizards witches

Word Count: 160485

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Sample text:

“Think back to the oldest era your mind can fathom, back beyond everything we can remember, when gods were still men who had not yet lived the deeds that would deify them.” Gudrun’s aged gold eyes peered from behind her curtain of long, silver hair. “Think back before the time when the Aesir and the Vanir were still men who had settled here on ancient Earth, ages before their war.”

“Back when the Earth was new?” Kallan asked, looking up from the vellum scroll before her on the table. The tips of her tapered ears poked through the brown hair she had tied back to avoid the candle’s flames.

“Was it?” Shadows flickered over Gudrun’s face and shelves full of jarred things. All sorts of unusual jars of powders and exotic roots had been crammed into every available corner. Dried herbs hung from the crossbeams. The light from the candle and small hearth fire mingled and added a heavy thickness to the room that smelled of boiled heather and sage. “The Earth was still very old by the time the gods found it,” Gudrun said. “By then it was already ancient soil, which stirred beneath their feet. Can you see it, Kallan?”

The girl closed her eyes, an iridescent blue like the lapis stone, and thought back to the earliest memory she could recall, back before the Great Migration, when the gods lived in the Southern Deserts and the Land of Rivers. Back before the Great War between the Aesir and the Vanir.

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Already translated. Translated by Veronica Arena

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