The Eye of the Goddess – Samuel Parr
The Sololfursson had said Ingolfur was too weak to reach the Goddess’s Isle. Their laughter haunted him for three days across the sea, yet finally he found the island’s skirt of silver mist, as the druids had promised. The vapour shelled him in silver, softening the itch of his bloodstained skin and deepening his certainty. This place had been his destiny since he was born.