Showing posts with label Vikings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vikings. Show all posts

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Vikings and Christmas




December's Contest Number Two is here! Today's post will once again focus on holiday traditions, though from a different culture than talked about before. Just as before, I have some cool prizes to give away - books, swag, some candles, beauty/body products and more. And just like last time, to be eligible to win, you simply have to answer the question at the end of the post. If you're unsure of the answer, search the blog – all the answers are here somewhere! Comment with your answer and you're automatically entered you for a chance to win! Winners will be selected randomly.

You probably know that I'm a big a fan of The History Channel's show, Vikings. I've mentioned before that I've watched it right from the start, and the evolution of Ragnar Lothbrook has held me in thrall ever since. Ragnar was a real historical figure, as are many of the main players  on the show. Of course, since the Vikings did not have a tradition of recording their history in writing, with the exception of the various sagas (and those were written much later than the period which was known as The Viking Age, from the mid-8th century until the 11th century), much of the real history is blurry and you can find many differing interpretations of various events.



There were contemporary accounts of Vikings of course, but those tended to be very one-sided, as the people recording the information were often the victims of some very savage Viking raids. Yes, they really did pillage and plunder, but when you think about it, that's a big part of how the world's history since civilization began (and continues to this day in some ways and some places). The sagas that I mentioned earlier were heavily romanticized and enhanced from the oral folklore handed down through generations. Historical accuracy is questionable in many cases, though they are rooted in reality to some degree.

Much of what we've learned about Vikings in recent years comes from archeological finds, and much of those discoveries reveal surprising facts. For instance, Vikings were not unkempt and unclean savages, they were actually well-groomed and civilized, even if their ways were (and still are by many) considered pagan or heathen. In fact, Vikings took great pride in their appearance – some of the items unearthed at various sites include a variety of grooming tools- combs, teeth cleaners, ear cleaners, etc. There were laws and tiers in society in which everyone fit, and villages were often tight-knit communities. They were very civilized in many ways, holding formal courts and "Things" to maintain law. Perhaps they were so frightening simply because they didn't fear death, to a Viking warrior, dying in battle was a good thing, ensuring a place for them in Valhalla beside the gods, and there was nothing they considered too brutal in times of war and raiding.

Aside from that aspect of their lifestyle, the Vikings also held very deep beliefs that guided their daily lives. Among them were celebrations and ceremonies, just as we have today, though they were carried out differently and for different reasons. Their holidays, or festivals, were as important to them as our holidays are to us.

Many of our modern Christmas traditions are actually descended from those of the Vikings. The Vikings celebrated Jol (pronounced Yoh-l), or as more commonly used today, Yule. This was a large winter solstice festival that lasted for up to three weeks. Like many cultures, the solstice was a very important and, for the age, a religious time. For the Vikings, it was a means to give thanks to the gods for a prosperous previous spring and summer, and offerings to ensure the upcoming seasons would be just as successful. A sacrifice of a wild boar was offered to Frey was common, and afterward, the meat would be cooked and eaten – boar was a common animal for centuries to come throughout the mid-winter celebrations, and is considered by many to be the precursor to today's Christmas ham.

Christmas Trees and the Yule Log both originated in Scandinavia. Evergreens were considered very special going back even further than the Vikings – the Romans celebrated Saturnalia and decorated their homes with evergreens as well. In Scandinavia, these decorations were the most common of the rituals – they were said to honor Balder, the son of Odin and Frigg, as well as entice the earth spirits to bring prosperity to the upcoming planting season. Balder was a favorite of all the gods and there's more about him coming up.



As for Christmas trees, Vikings did indeed bring large pine trees into the great hall, (and smaller ones into the smaller houses, as well), and these were decorated with runes, statues of the gods, and food, usually sweets. These decorations were also offerings to earth spirits to lure them back when the weather turned warmer. And no, they didn't have the heads of their enemies hanging on their trees – that was a tactic used in warfare, not a time when gaiety and thanks were the moods of the time.

Another tradition, though today's versions are very different from its origins, is the Yule log. The Vikings' logs would have been an entire tree, stripped bare and carved with special runes and praise for the gods, thanks for previous good fortune, as well as requests to be spared any misfortune in the future. The log was then burned as an offering, and a small piece would be saved, not only to protect the home during the coming year, but also to be used to light the following year's log. A far cry from the small log in a fireplace we used to watch on TV, or the ice cream cake.



Mistletoe brings us back to Balder. There are variations among the legends - either he or his mother, Frigg, were having dreams about his death. Frigg forced every entity or species in nature to vow not to harm Balder, but she ignored one little weed, thinking it insignificant. Yep, mistletoe. That devious troublemaker Loki learned of this and arranged for Balder to be killed with a mistletoe dart. Legend has it that, upon learning of her son's death, Frigg cried continuously for three days and her tears became the white, translucent berries of the plant. One iteration of the myth states that she laid the berries on Baldur's chest and he came back to life. Frigg then promised whoever came in contact with mistletoe would be offered a kiss, as well as protection forever. So think about that the next time you find yourself under a spring of this white-berried "weed." Not only do you get to steal a kiss, you are blessed with protection from misfortune. BTW, if the berries are red – it's holly. 


One of my favorite traditions, and one I included in Norseman's Revenge, was the tale of The Great Hunt. This occurred when Odin leads all of the gods on a hunt, though I'm not sure for what, exactly, but one thing was certain – to see the hunt was usually a very bad sign, foretelling of a future death or calamity. So while hearing the thunder, witnessing the lightning and feeling the winds were bad enough, you'd better hope you didn't catch a glimpse of Odin astride his eight-legged horse – Sleipnir. Was the steed possibly the precursor to Santa's eight reindeer? When the hunt coincided with Jol, as it often did, children were encouraged to leave hay out for Sleipnir, an offering to please the animal and his master, and perhaps resulting in protection from any misfortune. Often sweets would be left in return. Like leaving cookies for Santa, and that carrot for Rudolph – and getting all the presents on your list! lol

On to today's question – What is the name of Geira's husband in Norseman's Revenge? Leave your answer in the comments, and if you're right, you'll be entered to win.
And God Jol! (Happy Yule)

Friday, September 23, 2016

Happy First Birthday, Norseman's Revenge!



One year ago today, I began my journey into self-publishing. It's been a very interesting year - some mistakes were made, and lots of information was embedded into my brain. I didn't know then how much my writing/publishing career would change, unexpected opportunities came up shortly after I started out and I was glad to have the chance to seize upon those. It's been a rather chaotic year, but it's been well worth the ride. And I'm still on  it - I learn something new every day.

Anyway, today marks the first "birthday" for Norseman's Revenge! To celebrate, the book has been graced with a gorgeous new cover, by my favorite cover artist, Winter Bayne. It has also been marked down to .99 for a very limited time.

This tale, set in 9th century Scandinavia, is the first in The Norsemen Sagas. The idea for this book came to me several years ago, and I began to craft Geira and Kori's story right around the same time History Channel's "Viking" series began. I'll admit, certain factors from "Vikings" did inspire and influence me, though I found it more often sent me on a search for more information. I learned a lot about the Scandinavian people, and they weren't as barbaric as many think. In fact, they were actually quite civilized, most of the time. But when they raided, or went a-viking, as they called it, they were ruthless in their tactics, giving them their much-deserved terrifying reputation.

Another thing that many people don't know is that in Scandinavian society, women had more rights and were seen more as equals to men, in contrast to a lot of other civilizations of the time. Thanks to "Vikings," many people are familiar with Lagertha, a shield-maiden who becomes a jarl in her own right. A shield-maiden is a female warrior and can be just as ruthless and brutal in battle as her male counterparts. Even so, women did still tend the "traditional" chores and tasks of caring for the home and family. They shared the farming or fishing duties with the rest of the family. They pretty much did it all. Personally, I think that shows what incredible strength Scandinavian women had – and maybe puts them more on a par with today's women – I think of them as Dark Ages working moms. Then again, it could also be a very heartbreaking time to live in. As Vikings has portrayed, mortality rates were much higher back then, particularly for children. Like any period in history, people tended to have larger families, in the hopes that at least some of the children would survive until adulthood. Surviving the loss of one child seems an insurmountable mountain to get over, losing more than one would break many people. Yet, these women did survive and continued to build their families, well aware of all the risks. They carried the sorrow of their losses throughout their lives, but they lived in a time where death lurked everywhere. Then again, back then a sneeze could raise the worries of a possible outbreak of disease, while now we pop a couple of cold meds and go on our way. 

But the Scandinavian people did not fear death the same way other cultures and societies did (and do). The warriors welcomed the chance to go to Valhalla and party with the gods. They entered battle with the hopes of winning, and if not, then dying bravely so the Valkyries would carry them away. The women also went to Valhalla, though unlike the warriors and shield-maidens, different reasons and acts got them in. Their version of heaven.

I think of Geira, the heroine in Norseman's Revenge, as a very strong woman, though she is no shield-maiden. Her instincts guide her in many ways – they have to, she's been stolen away from her family on her wedding night and claimed as the slave of her husband's enemy. Geira recognized early on that her husband was no prize, and finds her abductor to be more honorable, even if he can be quite cruel.

Kori also realizes Geira's strength. He knows that truthfully, she is innocent of the crimes that have sent him on his quest for vengeance, but his honor demands that he treat her as a slave. But he soon grows to admire her courage, her intelligence, and of course, her passion. Wouldn't be a sexy romance without that, now would it? :D

So, here's the big reveal, the gorgeous new cover:



And the blurb and the links to purchase the book:

* Kidnapped on her wedding night might be a blessing from the gods. *

Geira Sorensdotter awaits her new husband, but she's filled with doubts about the man and the marriage. Those doubts are forgotten when the village is attacked, her husband is struck down and she is tied up and carried off amidst the raid.

Kori Thorfinnson has waited years to take revenge against the man who murdered his wife. But he soon finds the innocent young woman he's taken as his personal slave is not his enemy, despite her marriage to his foe. Her courage in defying him, her caring heart, and the fiery passion she shares stirs feelings Kori hasn't known since his wife died. Afraid to lose Geira, he binds her to him in many ways – not only with rope, but with his body, his collar and his brand.

Geira quickly learns just how despicable her husband was, and despite her difficult circumstances, grows to care deeply for Kori, her captor. Still, dreams of freedom linger. But once she finds herself with child, she must plan her escape, to save herself and her baby.
However, Kori has plans of his own.
** Contains explicit love scenes featuring A Kinky Twist on History! bondage, spanking, ménage à trois scenes and more!



And lastly, an excerpt to whet your appetite for this lusty tale of domination – it's Geira's wedding night:

He stood beside the bed, the comments and laughter continuing. Somehow the noise faded, drowned by her thudding heart. Einnar held her stare, lust clear in his gaze. He leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, amid more howls and whistles. She silently willed him to hurry, to remove her crown so the others would leave.

Instead, he continued to kiss her, the warm pressure of his lips calming her agitation. When he drew away, she found her fear had receded. Maybe her worries had been for naught. He stared at her for several moments then smiled

"I now claim you in body as well as spirit." He reached up and gently removed the crown of branches and flowers. He set it aside and leaned close, running his fingers through her unbound hair. Another kiss stirred warm sensations in her belly and she found herself responding. This she could endure.

Einnar eased away and looked behind him. "We are alone now."

She peered over his shoulder and saw everyone had indeed left. A wave of relief came over her and she sighed. While some clans still insisted on having witnesses to the deflowering, she hated that idea and was glad his people didn't adhere to the old custom.

He sat beside her and reached for the pitcher on the table next to the bed. He poured the mead into a wooden cup and handed it to her.

"Drink, you'll be calmer."

That he showed concern now further perplexed her. The charming flirt he sometimes appeared to be made her curious. She peered closely into his face, finding only a troubling arrogance and expectation. Accepting the goblet, she took a large swallow. When she returned the cup, he did the same, then moved to climb under the blanket with her. His warm body pressed against her. Worry churned in her gut.

"Geira, look at me."

She lifted her head, slowly, half-afraid at what she might find. Concern and tenderness softened his expression, though a strange gleam kept her worries roused. The knot in her gut tightened.

"I thank Freyr for his blessings. He clearly found my sacrifice worthy."

Geira recalled the gathering and spraying of the boar's blood. Her husband had shown great skill in the ceremony. The ease of the sacrifice assured a fertile marriage. Still, doubts about the joy to be found in the union lingered.

A gentle caress of her shoulder didn't stir further fear. It didn't stir anything. Her earlier yearning returned with force. Why didn't her husband inspire the passion she so longed for? Though her mother had been gone for several summers, Geira recalled the adoration her parents had felt for each other. Even if they stood just a few inches away, the love they shared had shone clear in their longing gazes. They always found a way to express their utter devotion, with a kiss, or a glance, or a sliding of their hands as they passed. That's what Geira wanted. But she didn't feel anything remotely similar to that now. Was that the root of her concerns?

Another stroke of his hand and she forced herself to concentrate, willing her body to respond to his touch. Surprisingly, it did, her nipples peaking into tight buds. The sensation was far less intense than she hoped

"We will share many pleasures in this marriage. Trust me on this."

His voice had thickened, deepened. His desire came easily. Why didn't hers? She took a deep breath, determined to hide her true feelings

"I do, it's just –"

The door crashed open, screams of terror and pain now filling the air. In the doorway, a hulking dark warrior stood, sword raised

Einnar leapt to his feet, diving for the pile of clothes where his own sword lay. He barely had a chance to raise it when the other warrior swung, forcing Einnar into a defensive position. Geira screamed, terror pounding in her head. 

"Einnar of Fellsskoger, I claim my vengeance!" The invader's voice thundered within the small hut.


Geira scrambled out of the bed when the intruder fixed his furious stare on her.  Cold fear pooled in her belly when he strode across the room. Another slice at Einnar sent her husband to the floor, clutching his gut.

"Einnar!" she shrieked and attempted to run toward him. The warrior caught her by the arm before she darted past. She kicked and pummeled him with her free hand, but he quickly captured her other wrist, forcing them both into his tight grip

"Bastard! Let me go!" She looked over at her husband, who struggled to his feet, sword in hand.

"Unhand my bride!" His voice was not nearly as strong as before, blood seeping from the wound slashing his stomach

Geira fought the urge to retch, focusing instead on pulling against the restraining grip of her captor. She swore at him, unable to free herself. His strength overpowered her, her attempts to escape futile. Hopelessness welled within, but she forced it aside, refusing to stop fighting, twisting and squirming against his hold

"She is mine now, repayment for your crimes against me!"

The booming words sent ice along her spine and Geira froze.

"What? No, I am not yours! Let me go!"

She caught Einnar's stare and her blood chilled. He knew exactly what this giant meant. Anger speared the fear, escalating her panic. What had her husband done? The earlier doubts flashed again in her mind. Had she been right all along, and everyone else so terribly wrong?

"Einnar, what does he mean?"

He took an unsteady step toward her, then another before collapsing to the floor. She screamed again, and tugged against her captor, surprised at how quickly he released her, making her stumble. Just as quickly, she was brought up short by the rope now binding her wrists.

"By the blood of Odin I will see you dead!" she swore. Fright left her limbs heavy and trembling. The strength to stand seeped from her legs, yet she somehow remained upright.

The warrior threw his head back and laughed. "You can try, but it's useless to fight."

"You killed my husband." She looked at Einnar's lifeless body.

"He earned it. He's lucky I killed him so quickly!"

Geira choked on a sob, drawn by fear of her own fate, rather than her husband's. "Please let me go. I don't know what this is about. I've done nothing to you. Please. Let me see to him."

A fierce stare accompanied a shake of his head. "He's dead."

Einnar's blood pooled beneath him, the puddle growing larger. Oddly, Geira felt no real sadness. Squeezing her eyes shut, she turned away from her dead husband.

The raider tugged on the rope, drawing her close, then bent, hoisting her onto his shoulder. She kicked and screamed, pounding his back with her bound fists.

He strode through the open door. Geira twisted and tried to free herself, lifting her head. She froze at the sight greeting her.