9th Day of Christmas

We’re taking another break from the short stories today to bring you an extract from another one of our books – FATE, book 1 in the Children of Ribe Saga. The Children of Ribe books are written by C.S. Woolley and aimed at children who are not only interested in adventure and magic, but also learning about the Vikings.

FATE: an extract

“Erland! Erland, wake up!” Christian Andersen jumped up and down on Erland’s bed. Erland Kalebsen opened his eyes and glared at the young man of sixteen who was shaking him.

“What do you want?” Erland pushed his best friend off the bed and sat up. Christian collapsed in a heap on the floor and grinned.

“I have something to tell you.”

Erland yawned and looked out the window, noticing that it was still dark outside he asked, “What time is it?”

“I don’t know, maybe four o’clock?” Christian shrugged.

“Four o’clock! Why are you waking me up at four o’clock?!” Erland demanded.

“Keep your voice down. You’ll wake up your mother. She won’t be pleased I climbed through the window again.” Christian hissed.

“You better not have left footprints on the wall. She’ll hit you with the broom until you’re sore!” Erland said, sticking his head out of the window. It was too dark to see if Christian had tracked mud up the side of the house.

“I was careful; I didn’t even step on the window this time. Look, your mother will get over it, Frigg is a good sport really. Anyway, I have something important to tell you!” Christian said, his chin length blonde hair bouncing up and down as he spoke.

“Well, what is it?” Erland asked grumpily.

“There’s a new girl in town!” Christian grinned.

“A new girl? You woke me up at 4 o’clock because there is a new girl in town?” Erland stared at his best friend.

The two boys were both sixteen. Erland was a tall boy with dirty blonde hair and dark blues eyes, something he had inherited from his mother. He was strong for his age, but when he stood next to Christian he looked decidedly small. Christian was shorter than Erland, but a lot more muscular. He had a slight blonde stubble spread across his chin and blonde hair to his chin that was so light it was blinding if the sun caught it at the right angle.

Though they were the same age, Erland was a lot less interested in girls than Christian was.

“She’s not just any new girl, she comes from Norway.” Christian replied.

“So?” Erland asked.

“So! Don’t you listen to the stories that Alessia and Sibel tell?” Christian said with exasperation.

“No, I’m too old to be listening to fairy tales. I need to learn about running the farm and how to protect the town and the farm from thieves and wolves.” Erland said, lying down again.

“What a load of nonsense, you are too young for that, you should listen to Alessia and Sibel. Their stories are all about adventure!” Christian’s eyes danced as he sat on the edge of Erland’s bed.

“A girl coming to Ribe from Norway is important in the stories?” Erland asked.

“Well, no, not Norway. It’s the legend of the arm rings of Yngvar.” Christian said scratching his head.

“The legend of the arm rings of Yngvar? Another tale of adventure and daring that cause your sisters to swoon?” Erland rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head.

“Beatrix and Camilla aren’t interested in adventure stories, they just want to sit in the meadow and make daisy chains.” Christian tutted.

“I think you missed my point.” Erland muttered.

“Look, Erland, the legend of the arm rings of Yngvar, it says when a girl from a distant land arrives that danger is near at hand. That heroes must rise from the town and set out to find the rings.” said Christian.

“And these rings are not normal arm rings like the ones that my father has?” Erland asked, his voice muffled by the blankets.


“And each arm ring will give the wearer untold power and unmatchable skill?”


“And there are only a few days when you can find these arm rings of Yngvar before disaster befalls everyone and the darkness takes hold?”

“You do know the legend!” Christian said with a smile.

“No, I just know the stories that Alessia and Sibel tell.” Erland said crossly. The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor outside Erland’s room.

“Uh oh.” Christian said.

“I told you to keep your voice down.” Erland said from under the blanket. The door to Erland’s room opened. Erland’s mother, Frigg, stood in doorway.

“Christian Andersen! You should be at home in your bed!” Frigg said in a stern voice.

“Yes, Frigg.” Christian sighed. He started to climb over Erland to get to the window.

“What do you think you are doing?” Frigg shouted.

“Going out the same way I came in.” Christian said and instantly regretted it. Frigg grabbed her broom and started chasing Christian.

“I told you not to climb the side of our house!” Frigg yelled and Christian ran to the front door. He undid all the bolts and ran outside. Erland heard his mother slam the door, bolt it and walk back to his room.

“What did he want?” Frigg asked.

“Something about the legend of the arm rings of Yngvar.” Erland yawned.

“I see.” Frigg said with a slight frown on her face.

“He believes all those tales that Alessia and Sibel tell to the children.” Erland said as he drifted back to sleep.

“You are still a child.” Frigg whispered as she closed the door to Erland’s room.

More about the Children of Ribe

A Viking Saga. The Children of the Viking town of Ribe must find the eight arm rings of Yngvar. The arm rings contain magic, which will save their town from the warrior horde of King Viggo Odinsen.

To find out more about the four books in the Children of Ribe series, follow these links: FATE, WAR, WIFRITH, DOUBT.

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