Son of Thunder (Heavenly War Series) Read Free

about him. His movements were fluid, his stance confident. The creature standing before Jord was a huge, hulk of a man. The giant’s thick beard bristled and its archaic-looking steel and leather armor creaked, as it brought to bear the huge two-headed battle axe it wielded. It was like something out of a fantasy.
    “Son of Thunder,” its voice reverberated throughout the room—low, guttural, almost a growl. “We knew you would come.”
    Jord raised his sword in readiness.
    The giant chuckled.
    “You are no longer in the safety of your university, Jord Thorson.”
    The giant raised its axe to strike.
    “And you are no longer in Jotunheim,” Jord answered as he danced back from the giant’s swing, then countered with a swipe of his sword.
    “There is no need to endanger the mortal. Surrender yourself and the belt to me,” the giant grunted, batting aside the sword with its axe.
    The mortal?
    Now Meghan knew she was dreaming. She’d probably laid her head on her desk for just a moment and fallen asleep. It had been a long, trying day. Any moment now she’d wake up and the real Jord Thorson, the old, gray-haired scholar, would stop by and tell her the strange belt was all just a hoax. It was too bad, she was becoming quite fond of the Fabio-like, sword-wielding college professor she’d dreamed up.
    “I don’t think so,” Fabio-Jord said. He charged at the giant. The big creature swung its axe, but Jord’s sword deflected the blow. Meghan watched in fascination as the man and the giant fought their battle with archaic weapons in the accessioning room of her museum.
    Well, if this was all a dream, she might as well enjoy it. The way Jord’s body moved—fluidly dodging and striking at the giant. Watching this man move was a slice of sensual heaven.
    The giant picked up a heavy bronze bust and threw it at Jord. The professor ducked just in time and the bust landed right at Meghan’s feet, so close she felt the shock wave and saw splinters fly.
    Nice effect. This was turning out to be one hell of a dream.
    “Get out of here,” Jord shouted at her, as he swung his sword at the giant. The creature was surprising nimble for its size and dodged the blow with a shift to the side. Meghan backed away as the two continued to exchange blows.
    A window shattered behind her and Meghan turned to see another of the giants squeezing through the opening. The creature surprised her, grabbing Meghan’s arm. The giant’s grip was strong and it hurt. Were dreams supposed to hurt?
    As it squeezed, Meghan felt her fingers going numb. In her hand, quickly slipping from her tingling fingers, was the old belt—the strange artifact hunky-man Jord recognized as something. What had he called it?
    “Megingjörð!” The giant’s yes widened in recognition. Again, that word. What could it mean? She’d have to Google it when she woke up, if she could figure out how to spell it.
    The giant released her arm and grabbed for the belt as it fell toward the floor, but the thing evaded the grasping hand. Like an eel swimming through water the belt flew through the giant’s fingers back toward Meghan. The medallion led, and the leather strap flapped behind it like a tail. Meghan grabbed the belt and wrapped it around her waist, thinking she could probably tie it there quickly to free up both hands, but as she brought the strap around the medallion/buckle gathered in the leather tail and sealed itself around Meghan’s waist with a loud click.
    The giant again grabbed Meghan’s arm. “Give it to me,” the monster demanded. She felt the grip tighten. This time it really hurt. The creature seemed determined to crush her arm. In desperation she jerked her arm to the side. The giant tried to keep its grasp but was pulled from its feet and flung across the room.
    The creature flew into the Native American display Meghan had been working on. The glass display case shattered and the big creature crushed the wigwam and stretched deer hide. Weeks of