My mythica novel, Ragnarök Willie has won the 2015 Pikes Peak Writers Zebulon Fiction Award in the urban fantasy category. To say I’m excited about this would be a huge understatement, although I’m also more than a little intimidated. Besides my 15 seconds of fame accepting the award, I’ll also be querying Ragnarök Willie at the Pikes Peak Writers Conference the end of April.
I’m practicing my blurb, so here it is (more info and an excerpt on my updated Ragnarök Willie page):
When an eccentric archeologist unearths the prehistoric fortress of Valhalla, thirteen semi-mythical valkyries, an ancient pagan cult, and young Lasse Nordberg all head north. The valkyries are vying with each other over global domination. The pagans are plotting revenge for the millennium-old Christian invasion. Lasse, a university dropout and video game junkie, is looking for a job, a girlfriend who doesn’t cheat, and a decent latte.
Thrilled to find work at an obscure newspaper in the frozen armpit of arctic Sweden, Lasse is assigned to report on the dig. He wonders why his blond boss keeps a bevy of throwing axes in her desk drawer. And why the sexy druidess keeps asking him about old hunting horns. He should do more than wonder: his boss is one of the valkyries, wingless but deadly, and his druidic girlfriend is using him to find Gjallarhorn, the not-so-mythical horn of Heimdallr. Which, if blown three times, will awaken Odin’s undead warriors for Ragnarök, the battle at the end of the world.
Come Midwinter’s Day, his back to a pillar of fire, surrounded by warring valkyries, a blue-bearded giantess charging at him, Lasse has already blown Gjallarhorn twice.
Wish me luck.