After one thousand years of listless eternity, Oskar is used to his particular brand of loneliness. But a long walk through Middle America and a few chance encounters will lead him straight to a man he’d known to be long since dead―his childhood best friend, Aranck.
A Valkyrie and a Japanese soldier. WWII. A fleeting encounter. Check out an excerpt from Valahalla by @laashton_ here.