Alex Kilcannon

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Jeers echoed through the mead hall. The Norsemen had found Edgar’s father among the newly arrived prisoners.
Sigmund's milk-clouded gaze sought Edgar’s in their gloomy corner. “What’s happening, boy?”
“They’re killing a king,” he said, used now to acting as the old man’s eyes.
The victors roared.
“He dies well?”
His father’s head thudded to…

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Alex Kilcannon

Alex Kilcannon

Writer, poet, outdoors instructor and Mother of Teenagers. I rewild kids for a living.