When I decided to write “a story about a Valkyrie,” I had no idea that a year later, I’d have a 10 book urban fantasy series planned (very loosely) and that it would be steeped in Norse Mythology. Needless to say, I’ve ended up doing a lot of research, and am still doing research, about Norse Polytheism.
One of the sites that I stumbled upon on the WWW during my quest for knowledge was a site created by author and scholar, Dan McCoy. It’s called Norse Mythology for Smart People.
Norse Mythology for Smart People provides reliable, well-documented information on the fascinating mythology and religion of the Norse/Germanic peoples.
What I love the most about NMfSP is that the information is intelligent, well written, and referenced. Dan McCoy truly is a scholar. I consider this site a trusted, dare I say gospel, resource because it’s obvious that Mr. McCoy has done HIS research.
The information I’ve gained from Mr. McCoy’s articles has inspired so many fun little twists and turns in my story world. I can’t really share those right now, but you’ll read about them. I will give you one hint, though. One of my favorite articles is “The Parts of the Self.” *wink*
So, if you’re interested in Norse Mythology, be sure to check out Norse Mythology for Smart People. Just make sure you carve out a few hours of free time first.
Source: Norse Mythology for Smart People – The Ultimate Online Resource for Norse Mythology and Religion
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In case some of you were unaware, I made my publishing debut on October 12, 2012. I am one of nine authors who wrote stories for the anthology, DEATH SPARKLES. Continue reading Murder & Mayhem in Nine Voices!
“The Needing” short story included in “Death Sparkles” anthology
The diamond necklace dangled from the dead woman’s hand. Or had it? The woman’s hand was empty now. Where had the necklace gone? Moments earlier, her hand had been clenching it, but now there was only blood, gathering from her slit wrist.
“Detective, are you OK?” a man said behind her.
She looked around. Detective? Who was he speaking to? There was no one else in the bedroom. She was alone with a dead woman. She turned and faced the man, who was dressed in a police uniform. “Are you talking to me?”
“Um. You’re the only other person in here, ma’am. You were first on scene and asked us to leave you alone with the…with her almost an hour ago,” the young officer said, giving her a confused look. “The CSI team would like to come in now.”
She glanced down at her belt and saw a shiny badge clipped there, felt the weight of a gun hanging at her side. Her eyes went out of focus and she sucked in deep breath. I’m a detective? She scrambled for some logical explanation as to why her mind was a complete blank, but her thoughts were a fog, wispy and formless. She decided to bluff her way through it and pasted a smile on her face, nodding. “I’m fine. I was just thinking.”
“Are you sure? You’re looking a little pale.” He stepped closer to her.
She held up a hand. “No, really. I’m fine. I’m done here. You can take her away…or whatever.” She brushed by the officer, praying that he didn’t try to stop her. What the hell is going on? Where am I? Who am I?