“You can’t change what you have done, Mette.” Einar looked at Mae. “That’s in the past. You can’t even change who you are. Your past has formed you. You can only choose what you will do. And thus, you define who you will be.”

Listening to one of my own fictional characters giving profound advice, I chose to write and publish a book. Let's see if that defines me.

Mae tries to harness her dark powers for the greater good. But every violent act brings her closer to becoming the monster she had set out to destroy. If Mae can’t break her curse, the curse will break her.

Funny thing that wanna-be writers sometimes feel like their main character.

Witches hadn't always been feared, hated, and hunted on Heillaður. There was a time when the inhabitants of the remote Nordic island admired women with knowledge and skill, employed their services when needed, and worked hand in hand to avert disaster. Everything changed with the brutal Viking invasion over thirty years ago.

Traveling to Iceland made me believe in the Magic of Nature. So much beauty, so much raw energy in waterfalls and geysers. And, of course, Vikings!

Sigri talked for almost twenty minutes, describing her idea step-by-step. Neither listener interrupted her. The tea went cold, and the food stood forgotten. Mae and Renya absorbed every devilish detail and marveled at the brilliance of her mind. 

I need to borrow some of Sigri's ingenuity to pull this off. Wish me luck!

How could he be so foolish to believe he would succeed? In the stories, the daring highwayman always got the bounty and sometimes even won the girl. Stories—am I a child? He was (almost) a man grown and still as stupid as a bairn in swaddling clothes. ... Now what?

While these are Jarne's thoughts, they very well apply to me and my book ;)