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About The Runaway
Product Description Freya searches for a missing Valkyrie in this second book of an exciting series that School Library Journal described as perfect for “those looking for Rick Riordan read-alikes.” Valkyrie: Norse Goddess. Reaper of Souls. Defender of the Weak. But could she also start a war? In the world of Asgard, living among Odin, Thor, and Loki are the Valkyries of legend. Norse goddesses, reapers of souls from human battlefields—they have the power to cause death with just one touch. Freya is a Valkyrie—but she has not followed in the footsteps of the legends before her. She has been to the World of Man to befriend humans—and not to reap their souls. Now she must return to the human realm on a new quest to track down the runaway Valkyrie of legend. There she will discover a dark secret that leads her to the Land of the Frost Giants where she must take on new enemies. But this time she has friends to rely on, and lots more to gain. About the Author Kate O’Hearn was born in Canada, raised in New York City, and has traveled all over the United States. She currently resides in England. Kate is the author of the Pegasus series, the Shadow Dragon series, the Titans series, and the Valkyrie series. Visit her at KateOHearn.com. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The Runaway 1 AS DAWN ROSE PINK IN the sky, the heavy footfalls of visitors arriving in Asgard shook the ground. High up on a hill, far from Bifröst, the Rainbow Bridge and entrance to Asgard, stood the home of Eir, the head Valkyrie, and her daughters. Servants of Odin, and also known as his Battle-Maidens, the Valkyries work hard to bring the most valiant of the dying soldiers from the human world to Asgard. But for one Valkyrie there is no reaping of soldiers. Still on probation for leaving the realm without permission, Freya is forced to work twice as hard as the others as punishment—spending her mornings working in the stables of the Reaping Mares, cleaning and caring for the winged horses, and afternoons in full battle training with the other Valkyries. At the end of each day Freya returns to her bed exhausted and craving much-needed rest. But today she was awakened extra early by loud pounding on her bedroom door. “Gee, get up!” Archie called, using his pet name for Freya. Archie was her best friend and companion, and seemed to always have limitless energy, while Freya was perpetually exhausted. She moaned sleepily and started to doze off again. “C’mon, Gee and Maya,” Archie called through the door. “You’re missing it!” Freya sat up, remembering what day it was. From outside the window came the sound of rumbling thunder as the ground beneath their home started to quake. She looked over at her sister’s bed. Maya was lying on her side and facing away from her, sleeping soundly. “Maya, wake up.” Freya tossed a pillow at her sister. “The giants are here!” Maya mumbled softly and rolled onto her stomach. She yawned, stretched, and extended her white wings up into the air. Folding them neatly on her back again, she mumbled a few more incoherent words and drifted back to sleep. “Gee . . . ,” Archie repeated. “Are you up?” “She is,” Orus cawed loudly. Freya’s raven companion sat on a perch at the base of her bed and kept watch while she slept. Maya’s own raven, Grul, had his head tucked under his wing and was sleeping as soundly as Maya. Freya took one final look at Maya and sighed. “I’m coming,” she called as she climbed from her bed and started to get dressed. Moments later they stood on an open balcony high above the streets of Asgard. “Cool!” Archie pointed to a long line of impossibly tall giants stomping through the narrow streets of the city. Each step caused the ground to rumble and buildings to shake. In the distance they heard the sound of breaking glass as windows shattered from the giants’ heavy footfalls. “I never thought they’d be so big. Are they the frost or fire giants?” “They’re frost giants,” Freya
