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The Little Morgen

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O knihe

SHE KILLS WITHOUT MERCY

On her thirteenth birthday, Thalliya watched her entire family get slaughtered. The humans cut off their fins and hung their heads from their Viking ships. Left cradling what few pieces remained of her twin, Thalliya screamed to the gods for vengeance.

Answered by the Goddess of Love and War, Thalliya now guards the seas without mercy.

HE FIGHTS WITHOUT FEAR

Ragnar is hired to take care of the mermaid terrorising the western seas. With seventeen kills under his belt, he thinks little of venturing into the Mouth of Hel. It'll be a quick job with a quick pay...

But when his ship is wrecked and the majority of his crew is drowned, Ragnar realises that it's not a mermaid he's hunting. It's a morgen, a dark mermaid, that's hunting him.

And there's only one way to kill one of those.

You have to get her to fall in love.

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EXCERPT

On a broken scream, Thalliya slammed the comb into her chest.

She gasped. Her heart jerked against the three teeth. Her eyes snapped open as she sagged forward in agony.

"Give it to me!"

Tightening her fist around the comb, Thalliya gritted her teeth and pulled. Tears flooded the sea. She stopped, unable to endure the pain.
But then the pounding in her ears was interrupted by another splash. And another and another until she was drowning in the sickening sound that would haunt her forever. Clenching her jaw, Thalliya took a deep breath.

And ripped her heart free.

The goddess took it without hesitation. A bright light flashed in front of her, but Thalliya was too weak to lift her head.

"Breathe, my child. The pain will be over soon."

A warm hand touched her shoulder. The dragon inside her chest wriggled where her heart had lain. She clenched her teeth, expecting more pain. Startled, she looked up as a delicious heat spread through her entire body.

"Our deal is done." The goddess smiled warmly. Then her eyes hardened as she grabbed Thalliya's chin. "Never give yer heart to another," she warned, "or I will take back what I have just given."

Her lips trembling, Thalliya nodded. "Never," she whispered. Her fists opened and then clenched again. She would not rest. She would never know love.

Not until every last man was dead.