Where the Sky is White

They raced toward the shore, prows decorated with skulls of beasts with horns like Ciaran had never seen. Massive sails whipped in the wind, and hundreds of oars, like the legs of insects that prowled the grass, dipped rhythmically in the water, as if the boats were beasts and the oars were their legs running.

“Who are they? Where are they from? Why are they here?” he asked. He was terrified.

By contrast, Brenna looked resigned and almost...sad. “They are the hammer of Thor. They’re from the north where the sky is white, and they’re here for your land.”