HelaSvart: Touch
Touch is so much of living experience. It’s not much different for the Dead. Hel’s hands roamed me, slowly, just …
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HelaSvart: Prince In Disguise
“Helsen,” I said, “Son of Hel.” Looking at the novel I wrote felling something on the edge of thought. The …
HelaSvart: Hit The Lights
“I don’t want to do this in the dark,” Hel said firmly. “Are you sure?” I asked, trailing my fingers …
HelaSvart: St. Patty’s Day
“You’d think an Irish party would have more Irish music,” Hel said, glancing about the ballroom with boredom. “You’d …
HelaSvart: I’ll Be Okay
Hel stroked my hair as I cried into my pillow. “Why?” I asked softly, “Why did she have to leave …
HelaSvart: Edge of my Dreams
“Do you know who I am?” the woman asked, her bi-colored skin offset by the lilac blue of her dress. …
HelaSvart: Scarves
“I really could use a scarf,” I said, huddled in my coat. Hel laughed and flicked one of the horns …
HelaSvart: Hel’s Bells
It was time. The hall was bedecked in the finest of silks, banners hanging from the ceiling between each …
HelaSvart: Falling
Blackness was all I knew. If I stopped falling, if I tried to catch myself, I would be lost. A …
HelaSvart: Marshmallow
“Are you sure this is going to work?” Hel said skeptically as she pushed the marshmallow onto the bamboo skewer. …
Son of Hel 