“To Valhalla I Go” by Marshall Miller

   I am a meager old man to one’s eye. Haven’t held a sword in the better part of ten years, but if it came down to it, I could kill. I was still strong. Odin still favored me. Sometimes I see Odin’s ravens, Huggin and Munnin flying over me, their calls reassuring me thatContinue reading ““To Valhalla I Go” by Marshall Miller”