My pen name is Raymond Towers, and I am Hispanic generally, and Chicano specifically. I was born on the second day of June, in the year of 1970, in San Diego, California. For the greater part of my life I have called San Diego my home. I have been writing... well, forever. Ever since I could hold a writing instrument and read a book of fiction, I knew that I wanted to be a professional writer. Alas, I was not ready, and not until my fortieth year did I finally have the time and the energy to commit to the craft. I am ready now. Let me take you by the hand, and let us soar to places you are familiar with, or to places you've never before imagined. Let me show you what I've seen with my eyes, what I've dreamed of and envisioned, and what my imagination, experience and wisdom has conjured up for the two of us. I have many, many grand stories to tell you.
Dobrynia's Path 2: Ragnarokby Raymond Towers
This is a story of adventure and glory, of wars, triumphs and failures taking place on the Nine Worlds of Viking lore. Ragnarok has come. An entire universe is starting to collapse in on itself. The warrior Dobrynia must rally her fellow Valkyrie, perhaps to defy even the gods as she struggles to save her world from destruction. This e-book has a HIGH amount of
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This is a story of adventure and glory, of wars, triumphs and failures taking place on the Nine Worlds of Viking lore. Ragnarok has come. An entire universe is starting to collapse in on itself. The warrior Dobrynia must rally her fellow Valkyrie, perhaps to defy even the gods as she struggles to save her world from destruction. This e-book has a HIGH amount of controversial subject matter.
The Beginning Of The End
“The tracks end here.” The gruff voice of Brynhilde was heard, just a few yards ahead. The rough woman’s red hair was a sharp contrast to the wintry landscape all around them.
The other two Valkyrie, Dobrynia and Geirhold, trudged through the barren trees and loose snow to get to her. Due to the cold, they all wore furred clothing over their armor. They even gripped their weapons with gloved hands.
“It will snow again, soon.” The blonde Geirhold noted, as she stared up at the darkening, tumultuous sky.
“Small matter.” Brynhilded told her. “Let the snow come as it will. What say you, Dobrynia?”
The raven-haired woman stepped next to her mentor, taking in the sparse and lonely landscape. They’d traversed through a cold region already, in following those strange tracks that should not have been there. The creatures that made those tracks did not belong in that world, the world of men known as Midgard. Now, they’d reached the edge of living things, where the meager trees ended and the vast frozen tundra began.
“By Odin’s decree, we must go wherever the tracks will lead us.” Dobrynia said.
“Of course, of course.” Brynhilde stated, keeping her gaze on the empty land before them, and on the high mountains that could be seen in the far distance. “I fear this is the beginning of the end. This is the Great Filbumwinter of prophecy, which comes just before Ragnarok.”
Dobrynia opened her mouth to speak, but it was Geirhold’s voice that came forth first.
“We cannot be certain of that.” The blonde warrior said.
“The gods of Asgard tremble.” Brynhilde reminded them.
Truly, all three Valkyrie had seen how the faces of their gods had been filled with uncertainty and trepidation, just before Odin sent them on their mission.
“We will know the truth of it, soon enough.” Their captain said. “We can no longer follow our prey in our natural forms. Let us transform ourselves here, and let our hunt for these foul creatures continue.”
With that, and despite the freezing temperatures, all three Valkyrie began to undress.
Dobrynia worried as much as the others, for the beginning of Ragnarok would herald the destruction of the Nine Worlds.
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