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11/29/2020

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Rebekka and the Unwashed Child of Eve
by Angela Stevens
Genre: Historical Fantasy 

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A childless couple’s lives are changed forever by the miraculous discovery of a little girl entombed in ice on the Langjökull glacier.

1870: A bleak Christmas Eve night is made all the more pitiful by the recent death of a baby. Having buried five stillborn girls in shallow graves next to the croft, Rebekka becomes captivated by a storyteller’s tale of the Icelandic hidden people.
 
Finnur, will do anything to restore his wife’s happiness, even if it means encouraging her decline into madness. But when the impossible fairytale turns into a reality, the couple’s impulsive decision to foster the child from the ice, is met with fear and superstition, and threatens the well-being of the whole farmstead.
 
Rebekka and the Unwashed Child of Eve is an enchanting and compelling story of desperation and need. Reminiscent of The Snow Child and The Secret of Lost Stones, it’s painfully human, yet full of hope, unconditional love, and magic.
 
If you enjoy the magical realism of Melissa Payne and the charming fairy tale style of Ruth Hogan then you will fall in love with Angela Stevens’s lyrical and emotional storytelling.



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​Christmas Eve, 1871
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Candlelight flickered across the creamy plaster walls of the tiny chapel, casting fluid, dancing shadows that dimmed and brightened as the parishioners wriggled on the hard, pristine white pews. The God-fearing Icelanders, who’d braved the weather to celebrate Christmas Eve, filled the benches until they overflowed, leaving the flustered latecomers to gather along the back wall, peeling off and piling their heavy warm winter clothing at their feet.
While Father Pétur droned through his sermon, Rebekka grew listless in the stuffy atmosphere, and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t lock into the Lord’s words. Her essence drifted out of her body, floating to the rafters where it hovered, gazing down on the holy and unholy alike.
Below her drifting spirit, Bryndís’s stepson, Viktor, sat straight-backed, his finger tugging and scratching at the collar of his too-small white shirt. His heavy eyelids closed and the boy’s head nodded forward, but a quick, sharp elbow from his stepmother jerked him awake. As good a man as Father Pétur was, his monotonous tone tested the eyelids of most of the congregation. For poor Viktor, he was losing the fight; he’d slaved away on his father’s croft for sixteen long hours, then trekked a mile across the frozen snow to the service. The boy was exhausted, and despite his strong will to be good, the need for sleep won out.
Although Pétur made his living speaking God’s words to the masses, his sermons blurred into one long stream of consciousness with neither excitement nor fear punctuating them. Why, even Jesus himself might fail to take inspiration or hope, let alone the heathens crammed inside these whitewashed walls, Rebekka mused, as she surveyed the scene from the dust-laden beams.
With the little amusement on offer from the pulpit, Rebekka’s essence searched for entertainment elsewhere. On the front pew, Farmer Jón Jónasson sat with his plump wife and pretty pink-faced little girls. Dressed in neat, bright skirts and crisp white bodices decorated with intricate embroidery, the children’s Upphlutur stood out from the drab black woolen clothing the crofters and tenants’ children wore. They perched on hard pews beside their mother, their ankles crossed while their eyes were glued to the priest. But their father, Jón Jónasson was more animated. His gaze drifted around his workers and when his eyes met with those that toiled for him, they did so with kindness, bringing a warm smile and a nod of recognition.
A flutter of hair slipping from the confines of a frayed ribbon caught Rebekka’s attention, bringing it back to her own form. Although she turned twenty-five at the beginning of summer, she sat with stooped shoulders, weighted with sorrow and work. Calloused hands took on bent crone-like features as they wrung at her skirts, and the once golden tresses of her youth were now lank and dull. With skin as pale as the plastered walls, her thin lips drew down at the corners. There were five years of suffering etched into her once pretty face, and the rose-pink high cheekbones of youth became sallow and hollow, with angles too sharp and too harsh for a woman her age.
Finnur reached across Rebekka’s lap, threading his fingers through hers, administering an imperceptible squeeze. Accepting his solidarity, Rebekka glanced sideways at him, and as husband and wife regarded each other, the heavy black aura surrounding the couple lightened at the edges.
Poor Finnur’s face was as tired and drawn as his wife’s. His eyes showed as much sorrow as hers, and as that despair grew between them, Finnur’s gaze drifted to the floor. Wearily, he scratched at his beard, and Rebekka detected a sag in those once strong, broad shoulders.
Before their pitifulness weighed too heavy, she sought out the stained-glass window as a way of comfort. It was a remarkable piece, imported from Europe, that had travelled much further as an inanimate object than her animated body could ever imagine. She examined every tiny blue square, counted each hand-cut piece, and focused in on the smallest detail of the design until she could no longer remember what it depicted.
“And now a story requested by Jón Jónasson’s beautiful girls, as a reminder on this Christmas Eve night, of those that remain hidden from us, yet reside in the rocks that scatter our land.” Father Pétur’s eyes rolled up to the church roof, and Rebekka wondered if he was apologizing to God for the heathen story he was about to tell.
“Let us take a moment to remember whence they came to be, and how their existence relates to us.” To everyone’s delight, and Father Pétur’s dismay, the farmer’s children had selected a heavy book that Rebekka at once recognized as volume 1 of Jón Árnason, Icelandic Legends. No matter how hard Father Pétur tried, he could not rid what he referred to as ‘superstitious nonsense’ from his church. Over the years, he had stopped trying, and had given up scolding his parishioners when they perpetuated the huldufólk myths.  
“Once, when the world was in its infancy, God Almighty came to visit Adam and Eve. They received him with joy and showed him everything they had in the house. They brought their children to him, and these He found promising and full of hope.”
As Pétur cleared his throat, the parishioners awakened from their stupor, listening with interest. “Then He asked Eve whether she had no other children than those whom she now showed to Him, and she said, ‘None.’ But this was untrue. It so happened that Eve had not finished washing all of her children, and feeling ashamed to bring them to God so dirty, she hid the unwashed ones. But this, God knew well, and He said to her, ‘What man hides from God, God will hide from man.’”
For the first time that night, Pétur had the full attention of his flock, and they waited with bated breath for the story’s conclusion, despite each and every one knowing it by heart.
“These unwashed children immediately became invisible and took up home in mounds and hills and rocks. From these unwashed children of Eve, the álfar descended, but we men trace our lineage through those children of Eve whom were openly shown to God. And it is only by the will and desire of the álfar themselves that man can ever see them.”
Father Pétur closed the dense book, and as its crisp pages fluttered shut with a whisper, it created a sound so soft that it didn’t even muster an echo, yet its breathless voice called Rebekka’s essence back to her body.
Murmurs spread through the congregation as Pétur began his closing words. “Before you make your way back to your homes, I hope you will join me in prayer for two of our congregates who suffer today. Two days past, Rebekka Jónsdóttir and Finnur Einarsson’s daughter went unto God before drawing her first breath. My heart is filled with great sadness for you both. Please, let us pray.”
Rebekka sank into the pew wishing she could be as invisible as an álfar and disappear into the wooden bench or rock floor. She wanted to hide her form from the pitying eyes that looked her way. But she was not unwashed, and the men and women around her saw her, even though they shut their eyes in prayer. Rebekka feared what they saw was an unfortunate woman, a maid that had no children clinging to her skirts, a maid found so unworthy, that God denied her the joy of birthing a living, breathing child.
Even the barren stared with pity in their eyes. For in a cruel twist, God allowed her to conceive, to witness that heady joy in her heart, to hope, to dream, but her sins must be the foulest—though she could not remember what she might have done for Him to play with her heart so wickedly that He let her go through childbirth, only to take the breath from her babe before she heard it cry.
“Amen.” Father Pétur made his way to the rear of the chapel, and the congregation struggled to their feet.
Stretching and chattering, they scrambled to collect their possessions and wrap their weary bodies in wool and felt against the frigid air awaiting them on their journey home. The ritual of pulling on thick sweaters, heavy coats, warm woolen mittens, huge fur-lined hats, and long felted scarves played out, and Rebekka looked to her feet, her impatience growing as the chatter escalated. What was wrong with these people? Did they not want to get to their beds? It was close to midnight, and most needed to rise in a few hours to tackle their chores. Animals didn’t care that it was Christmas morning. Whatever the day, they demanded feeding and watering, and the dung in the stables still needed scraping from the straw and piling up for drying.
Rebekka hung back in the shadows of the gloomy chapel, waiting for the crowd to disperse, so she could leave without fuss.
Outside, the wind whipped up the new fallen snow, sending white tornados spinning across the landscape. Each time the heavy door opened, a flurry of mjöll skittered into the nave. It spiraled down the center aisle, toward the chancel, making the candle flames dance, and sending tall undulating shadows gyrating across the whitewashed walls. When the swirling snow ran out of energy, it hung in the air for a second, as if bewitched by the unseen fingers of the unwashed children. Just as Rebekka grew mesmerized at the particles unnatural dalliance, they fell, sprinkling her boots. A hush settled across the dwindling crowd as Mother Nature’s antics drew their eyes to Rebekka’s hiding place. Bryndís and her gossiping friends’ eyes widened as the skittering flakes traversed the aisle and, one by one, fell at Rebekka’s feet.
She stared at the circle of snow. Pure and white, a halo highlighting her stained, worn sheepskin boots and threadbare woolen skirt. Too late, she realized her shabby state was not befitting the occasion.
Finnur’s gaze fell on her, and she could only imagine the shame she brought on him. His hands rang his felted hat and mittens, but paying no heed to the approaching gossips, he placed his arm around her shoulders, and with a forced smile, he willed one from her. When she couldn’t conjure it even for him, his blue eyes, already tarnished with unhappiness, dulled even further.
Removing his arm, he took her hand instead and squeezed her fingers. “We should not have come. I’m sorry, my love, this was too soon.”
Rebekka took a deep breath and drew on Finnur’s strength. “What? And give our neighbors more gossip? What choice did we have?” Any other time, they could have taken time to dwell on their loss, but Christmas Eve was the one night a year when heads were counted, making it impossible to avoid the service.
Finnur squared his shoulders and turned to greet Father Pétur and their friends.
Bryndís didn’t even bother to lower her voice as she filled in details to the surrounding ears eager for gossip. “She carried the baby closer to term this time—a full seven months.”
Father Pétur reached Rebekka first and placed his hand on her shoulder, but it gave her little comfort, and she attacked the man with a sharp tongue. “Why does God continue to punish us year after year? Finnur and I are good Christians and hospitable people.” She searched the man’s face, hoping to find answers. “We offer everyone who knocks on our door food, drink, and a bed for the night. We work hard, pay our taxes, have never shirked our responsibilities on the croft. Our love for each other is pure, neither mine nor my husband’s eyes have strayed to another. Can’t the Lord allow one of my babies to live?”
Finnur stepped closer, his hand finding hers once more, bolstering her as Bryndís and the others surrounded them.
“We should not expect preferential treatment from God, the life of your child is…” The stout woman beside Bryndís sounded confident, but Rebekka knew the woman had yet to conceive herself. The woman’s confidence wavered as Rebekka glared at her. “Well, you know… you must take precautions.”  
With courage fueled by sorrow, Rebekka threw all her pent-up anger at the woman. “I consulted every mid-wife, psychic, and seer within twenty miles for guidance on how to make sure I had a successful pregnancy!”
Rebekka had been diligent, she had asked the traveling vagrants, and listened to every gossipy women’s superstitious stories. She gathered any advice—however bizarre—and followed each rule to the letter, so child number five had the strongest chance of life.
“As soon as I knew I was expecting, Finnur collected the ptarmigan feathered quilts from our home.” She’d never have forgiven herself, if she lay on one and condoned her baby to never being born.
“She did.” Bryndís confirmed to the audience. “Finnur brought them the very next day.”
“I dismantled the clothes lines,” which crisscrossed both the inside and outside of Rebekka’s home, making it possible to dry their outdoor clothing, “in case I stepped under one and caused the umbilical cord to strangle my child.”
Bryndís patted her back. “There, there. Seven months was closer to term, so much more viable than the… others.” Her voice trailed away. “Next time, there is a good chance it will go full term.”
Tears spilled down Rebekka’s cheeks. Next time? Couldn’t they see it was the hope that broke her heart?
“But she was so perfect. No harelip, I was careful not to eat with a cleft spoon.” The women sighed in sympathy. “I counted ten tiny exquisite fingers on her little hands.” Because she’d refused her favorite meal of seal flippers to prevent the baby being born with them. “But, despite all the child’s perfections—my care, the attention to detail—my poor baby girl came into this world without taking a single breath.” Rebekka’s neighbors cooed around her, but none could tell her what she might have done wrong.
Behind them, Magnùs’s deep low voice addressed Finnur. “I saw you dig a grave.”
“Aye.” With a single word, Finnur dismissed his madness.
Rebekka narrowed her eyes at the big brute of a man. “Sure, you would have done the same, Magnús.”
When the sun had crawled as high as it could on that Icelandic winter’s day, Finnur had broken his back for her. While she cradled the infant—imagining what her daughter’s cry sounded like and fantasizing about the babe suckling at her breast while she looked into eyes full of life—her beloved husband pulled on his warmest boots and went out onto the hjarn.
The packed frozen snow encased the earth. Finnur might have had more success digging through lava rock, but despite the impossibility of the task, Finnur attacked his responsibility with vigor, leaving Rebekka wondering where he found the strength. Was it grief or anger that spurred him on so?
She placed the newborn in the frozen ground. The little mound huddled between the plain markers of her four sisters, and as the last few minutes of precious winter daylight slipped away, Rebekka and Finnur piled rocks above their daughter to ensure her spirit didn’t return to the world.
“I saw the fire. You burnt the placenta?” Magnús raised an eyebrow. “How will that benefit the forsaken child in any way? A star to light her lifeless body serves no purpose.”
“It brought comfort to Rebekka,” Finnur answered resolutely.
And so it had.
As the meager half-light slipped from the winter sky, leaving the world black and dangerous, they’d watched a spark from the fire rise into the air. It transcended to the heavens, the ember’s red glow whitening and brightening in its ascent. The ember arched, settling into position over the humble grave, where it shimmered brighter than any other star in the sky, illuminating the frozen ground at their feet.
“There was a star,” Rebekka whispered.
Everyone’s eyes, save that of the priest, avoided hers. Father Pétur took her hand and patted it. “Then I am sure God is with you. He sent a star to watch over your daughter, and one day, He will reward you with a child. God is merciful, and may move in mysterious ways, but He recognizes the love you have to give.”
Rebekka held her breath, hoping to dam the flood of tears that threatened to fall.
Finnur came to her rescue. “Thank you, Father. I should get Rebekka home, as this has been an exhausting time for her, and she is weak from the birth.”
“Take care.” Pétur stepped back and the crowd shuffled out of the unfortunate couple’s way. “Hurry home before this weather takes hold.”
The couple pulled their wool coats closed, and, with her mittened hand still wrapped in Finnur’s, her noble husband guided Rebekka past their well-meaning neighbors. As the door opened, a large gust rushed into the church. With it, flew new snow that showered the dirt floor and settled on the wooden pews. Rebekka shuddered at the ferocious wind that tangled her skirts and left her coat covered in white flakes.
Finnur pulled the felted hat over her ears and arranged her scarf closer to her throat. Then, with no care for who saw him, he placed a kiss on her cheek. “Let me take you home, my love.”




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Angela Stevens is an Amazon International Bestselling Romance Author. She also writes Contemporary fantasy and magical realism under her pen name Sadie Collins
Her steamy romance novel, Nolan’s Resolution, from the highly popular multi-author series, ‘After Hurricane Nina’, hit #1 New Release on Amazon in America, Canada, and the UK.
Her 5 book debut series, Hockey Punk, is a sports romance series set around her adopted town near DC and revolves around her favorite sport of ice hockey. Writing in both contemporary romance and contemporary fantasy genres, Angela portrays gritty characters with emotionally charged plots and is not afraid to tackle difficult social issues in her fiction. If you pick up one of her romances, you may have to order an extra supply of tissues, but Angela Stevens will always deliver you a HEA and some smoldering hot scenes to get you there.
In 2020 Angela Stevens rebranded her Fantasy collection and put them under a new pen name–Sadie Collins.
Sadie Collins writes contemporary fantasy. The emphasis is on character and emotion and she has a fascination with folklore and bending the what ifs…
Her six book Vargr Clan Series combines Lycan myth and Native American lore.
Rebekka and the Unwashed Child of Eve is a new venture into a new genre, and Angela and Sadie argued as to who should get their name on the front cover. Ultimately, Angela won out, as she claimed that Sadie did not exist when she first wrote the book. Sadie is still sulking, and at some time in the future there may be a mutiny. In all honesty, this book might need a third pen name, but it came down to the fact that Angela already has more than she can handle without splitting her personality further. If only Angela could pull off a stunt like Finnboga in the story, and cleave herself in two, the ‘team’ could be twice as efficient.


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About Rebekka and the Unwashed Child of Eve:
Rebekka and the Unwashed Child of Eve has taken almost four years to write and edit. It has gone through many metamorphoses to get to where it is today.
During its long journey it changed genres, and went through many transitions before I finally got to its heart.
It also had many titles…
Originally, The Ice Maidens of Longjökul, then Ice Maiden, then Rebekka’s Child, and finally four years down the line, it settled on the title you see on the front cover. 
This book tested and stretched me…
It was a story I wasn’t qualified to write, but it was a story that came to me quite vividly. I was a relatively new author striving to produce something that was way beyond my reach and capabilities. I think this was why it took me so long to write it. I didn’t have enough writing prowess under my belt, four years ago, to even know how to deal with it. 
The idea came to be after two notable events…
The first was that I visited Iceland and fell in love with the place.
And the second, was when I came across an article about the eerie photographs of Ariko Inaoka, a Japanese photographer who took the most amazing pictures of Erna and Hrefna Jónasdóttir. I loved the surreal quality, and the Icelandic backdrops and the images of several of her photographs fueled my muse. You can see the original article here: https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2014/nov/23/ariko-inaokas-photographs-of-devoted-icelandic-sisters-in-pictures
In the first version of Rebekka’s story, Ísey and Fönn were twins, much like Erna and Hrefna, but as the story gradually formed into some semblance of order, they became one-in-the-same. 
But the first draft of this story, is not the story that has reached publication. Although originally, this was Isey’s [and Fönn’s] story the more I wrote, the more I realized that this story was actually an entirely different story altogether and it drifted away from being a pure fantasy book and became Rebekka’s story. I think that I was heavily influenced by things going on in my life around the time that I wrote this, and in particular my daughter’s miscarriage was something that pushed Rebekka’s plight to the forefront. I dedicated this book to my daughter, sister and good friend all of whom have suffered miscarriages and/or infertility, and it is from these courageous women I drew inspiration from in the writing the later version[s] of Rebekka’s character.
The story truly has been a labor of love and one thing I do know, is that despite all its flaws, this story is my best work, and I hope I have done it justice.



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89 Comments
Michele Soyer
11/29/2020 05:33:28 am

I have never read a historical fantasy book as yet.. this one will be my first.. best of luck and thank you.....

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Angela Stevens link
11/29/2020 07:26:37 am

I hope you enjoy it! Rebekka has been with me a very long time, and it is great to see her leaving the author nest.

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Bernie Wallace
11/29/2020 09:04:01 am

How long did it take you to write your book?

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Angela Stevens link
11/29/2020 09:14:14 am

I have been writing Rebekka for just over 4 years. However, that said, it was written in-between a lot of other books. rebekka and the Unwashed Child is actually the 30th book I have published but was probably the fifth or sixth book I began writing!

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Beyond Comps
11/29/2020 09:08:03 am

Awesome cover!

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Angela Stevens link
11/29/2020 09:16:34 am

Thanks! I make my own as I run a side business in producing book covers. However Rebekka's story has had about 12 covers before this one. It seemed that I could never be happy with any of them until I made this one.

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Christina Gould
11/29/2020 09:19:22 am

I like the beautiful artwork on the cover. Thanks for the giveaway!

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Rita Wray
11/29/2020 10:14:26 am

Sounds like a good book.

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Wendy Jensen
11/29/2020 10:41:17 am

A very moving book cover.

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Victoria K
11/29/2020 10:57:49 am

I love the cover- adding to my list.

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Jon Heil
11/29/2020 12:08:37 pm

Wonder what will be real or fake

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Bea LaRocca
11/29/2020 12:26:39 pm

An intriguing cover, synopsis and excerpt, this sounds like an interesting book and series. Thank you for sharing your guest post and book details, I have enjoyed reading about you and your work and am looking forward to reading your stories.

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Angela Stevens link
11/30/2020 08:50:05 am

Thanks for dropping by and taking the time to investigate my book.

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Eva Millien
11/29/2020 01:09:18 pm

Nice to meet you Angela! I enjoyed reading the excerpt, sounds like a great read! Thanks for sharing and good luck with the tour!

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angela Stevens
11/30/2020 08:50:54 am

Thanks Eva, I appreciate you stopping by

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Susan Smith
11/29/2020 01:57:33 pm

Sounds great, I like Historical Fantasy and the cover.

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angela stevens
11/30/2020 08:51:40 am

Well I hope you enjoy the story, too!

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Sherry
11/29/2020 02:31:18 pm

I love the excerpt and the cover is pretty.

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Angela Stevens
11/30/2020 08:52:52 am

Thanks, it is good to hear my cover resonates with readers

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wendy hutton
11/29/2020 02:53:25 pm

very nice cover

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angela stevens
11/30/2020 08:53:43 am

thanks, I make my own covers, great to know when readers love it

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June Sorensen
11/29/2020 02:56:30 pm

The books cover looks really good, I know that I would enjoy reading it.

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angela stevens
11/30/2020 08:54:36 am

Awesome to hear, grab it while it is 99c so you get a bargain!

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Victoria Alexander
11/29/2020 03:27:13 pm

Sounds like a great book!

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Lily Blain
11/29/2020 03:32:24 pm

love the sound of the setting, and the cover is nice!

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Debbie P
11/29/2020 03:40:12 pm

This sounds like a really good read.

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James Robert
11/29/2020 04:44:42 pm

Thanks for sharing your book and for the great giveaway too.

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Calvin
11/29/2020 07:19:04 pm

Nice setting to the book, hope that the tour is a good one for you.

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Marcy Meyer
11/30/2020 11:55:29 am

The cover looks great. Thanks for sharing.

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Elizabeth H.
11/30/2020 03:55:35 pm

The cover is haunting. The Icelandic folklore sounds really interesting!

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Amy F
11/30/2020 05:08:48 pm

Love the cover! Sounds like a great fantasy read.

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EDYE
11/30/2020 07:03:52 pm

Love the cover and plot!

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bn100
11/30/2020 08:11:16 pm

no questions

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Kelly D
11/30/2020 09:27:07 pm

I like the cover, looks like a great book.

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Juile Lundstrom
12/1/2020 11:30:04 pm

I like the cover of this book.

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Nancy
12/2/2020 09:16:42 am

The title of your book certainly catches the reader's imagination. I think this is the first fiction book I've seen with Iceland as a setting.

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Melissa
12/5/2020 04:21:00 pm

i like the cover, it makes me want to know more.

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Terri Quick
12/5/2020 07:09:33 pm

Pretty cover

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Laura Rubenstein
12/6/2020 12:52:48 pm

I love the cover

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Barbara Montag
12/9/2020 10:01:45 pm

This book is different from anything I have read.
The title cover and subject catch my interest enough to want to read it.
Thank you for sharing this review.

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David Hollingsworth
12/10/2020 08:24:30 pm

It's a good cover.

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Lisa
12/10/2020 10:12:15 pm

Love the cover.

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Ann Fantom
12/11/2020 10:14:15 am

I like the cover. It has very nice artwork.

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Meredith Thompson
12/11/2020 12:47:36 pm

The book sounds great and the cover looks good!

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paige chander
12/11/2020 03:09:23 pm

I love the cover. Definitely looks like another time and place.

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Serge B
12/12/2020 12:30:17 am

Unique and beautiful cover

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Ginger Hafer
12/12/2020 02:41:31 am

Beautiful cover. It illustrates the story very well.

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Danielle Day
12/12/2020 02:44:30 am

I like it

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Cynthia C
12/12/2020 01:20:25 pm

The excerpt is interesting. Thank you for sharing it.

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Stephanie Liske
12/12/2020 10:13:13 pm

I like the cover.

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kelly tupick
12/13/2020 06:44:54 am

love the cover, beautiful!

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Karin
12/14/2020 07:32:13 am

The cover and the excerpt really go together

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beth shepherd
12/14/2020 02:03:39 pm

This looks like a great read

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Dawn Keenan
12/17/2020 10:31:54 am

The cover is very intriguing. Makes you want to open the book and start reading right away.

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zarah
12/17/2020 05:04:12 pm

that title 100% grabbed my attention.

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Daniel M
12/24/2020 06:18:44 pm

like the cover

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Erin Madigan
12/26/2020 08:40:03 pm

I really like the book cover. It's intriguing.

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LYNN CLAYTON
12/26/2020 10:18:35 pm

oh nice cover looks like a great read

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Kimberley Meier
12/27/2020 01:01:50 am

The cover is beautiful!

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Amber Lee Kolb
12/27/2020 12:27:30 pm

The cover is fantastic! It's one of the best ones I've seen this entire year. Beautiful!

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molli taylor
12/27/2020 02:33:20 pm

this looks like an amazing read!

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Arthur Begly
12/27/2020 02:51:28 pm

very mysterious art work

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BILL HOFF
12/27/2020 07:12:27 pm

My daughter would enjoy this book

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Jennifer L.
12/27/2020 09:48:11 pm

I love the cover picture.

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Kayla Klontz
12/28/2020 11:28:34 am

i love the cover

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Diane link
12/28/2020 03:03:56 pm

The cover makes me curious of the exact time period

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Janine Hwang
12/28/2020 05:44:29 pm

The cover is fascinating!

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molly f
12/28/2020 05:49:36 pm

I took a look at the photographs by Ariko Inaoka that you linked --- they are indeed magical! If the story is at all inspired by the feelings the photos evoke I'm sure it will be wonderful.

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Bonny McDevitt
12/28/2020 08:00:26 pm

Quite honestly, the cover is GORGEOUS!

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Heather Kaufman
12/28/2020 08:18:19 pm

I love historical, I bet this is a great read.

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Yinka
12/28/2020 09:47:56 pm

I love the cover. It's mysterious and makes me want to read the book to find out what happens.

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Nancy Schools
12/28/2020 10:13:22 pm

I like the covers.

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Nicole Krutz
12/28/2020 10:26:29 pm

I love the cover, makes me think of Game of Thrones.

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Leigh Nichols
12/28/2020 10:47:10 pm

Intriguing- I love fairy tales!

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Robin Abrams
12/29/2020 02:31:46 am

This cover is beautiful, I love it

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Debbi Wellenstein
12/29/2020 08:07:42 am

I enjoyed the excerpt. Thank you for the giveaway.

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jennifer lynn galindo
12/29/2020 02:12:11 pm

I love the fair haired maiden on the cover. The empty cradle keeps you wanting to know more. The fact they live in peasant quarters tell you they are either peasants or running away from someone. I'm already intrigued.

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latisha depoortere
12/29/2020 03:55:43 pm

Love the cover thanks for sharing!

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Leah Shumack
12/29/2020 04:52:23 pm

That cover is really beautiful!

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jose rosado
12/29/2020 04:57:18 pm

What do you think of the book or the cover?

Its a very cool cover


THX

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Betty Curran
12/29/2020 06:02:54 pm

The cover is beautiful and I love the excerpt.

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Hesper Fry
12/29/2020 06:32:33 pm

The book cover looks so pretty.

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Jennifer Alaggio
12/29/2020 08:01:19 pm

This book's cover is absolutely breathtaking!

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megan allen
12/29/2020 08:08:28 pm

This looks so good!!! Love the cover!

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Laurie Nykaza
12/29/2020 09:34:34 pm

Love the cover love to read it too.

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Sand
12/29/2020 10:09:12 pm

Looks like a great book!

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Stacey A Smith
12/29/2020 10:59:41 pm

the cover is great for this book.

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joy f
12/29/2020 11:10:53 pm

Sounds good.

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Jerry Marquardt
12/29/2020 11:57:04 pm

I would like to give thanks. I'm wishing the best in keeping up the good work in the future.

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