dream?
“Here,” Jord said, wrapping his leather duster around her. How gallant her hero was! She had just time to push her arms through the sleeves before he was once again dragging her along.
Out on the street sat a big Harley-Davidson motorcycle and he pulled her to it.
“You’re kidding me,” she said. “It’s November!”
Now she began to wonder what kind of idiot she’d dreamed up.
“Sorry.” He took a helmet off the back of the seat and jammed it onto her head.
Jord kicked the starter and the big machine roared to life, just as a hoard of the giant creatures burst through the museum doorway.
“Get on and hold tight,” he shouted over the roar of the engine. She jumped onto the back, settling behind him.
Meghan threw her arms around Jord’s waist and held on for dear life. The streets were all but deserted as the big Harley roared off into the night. This was all getting just a little too bizarre.
Meghan had a fleeting thought it would be okay to wake up now.
Chapter 2
The sky opened up and a drenching rain fell as Jord and Meghan raced through the night. Trees were bending to the fierce winds and the torrential downpour saturated the landscape around her. Meghan could see the rain through the windscreen of the motorcycle helmet, but somehow none of it hit her. Even when the motorcycle splashed through deep puddles in the road they managed to somehow stay dry. It was a cold November rain that could easily turn to sleet and snow if the temperature dipped a few degrees lower. In fact, snow was predicted in the next few days.
Somehow, in the heart of the raging storm, Meghan remained warm and dry. She had a feeling it was more than just the leather coat and motorcycle helmet. It was as if they rode in a protective bubble. Her hands could feel the material of Jord Thorson’s T-shirt, which also remained dry in the face of the driving rain around them. Through the thin material she could feel the tense, corded muscle of Jord’s abs. Despite her growing sense of concern, there was a small section of her mind that remained intrigued. This guy had to be ripped. There was nothing soft or flabby about the body she was holding on to.
It was so surreal. What she’d seen was just not possible. Giants did not just crash through windows and attack people. Pocket-knives did not become swords. She was not strong enough to lift that bronze bust. Yet it all seemed so real. This just didn’t feel like a dream. Certainly it was like no dream she’d ever had before.
Jord turned into the campus of the University of Minnesota. Under most circumstances Meghan enjoyed any opportunity to visit the school. Now, however, she was not so sure. Maybe she’d wake up soon and laugh at all the strangeness she’d dreamed up.
Jord pulled in and parked by Pillsbury Hall. The stately old building was one of the oldest on campus and while Meghan had always admired it from the outside, she’d never had the opportunity to enter it.
“Come on,” he said. “We should be safe here for a bit.”
He guided her into the building, down hallways and up a flight of steps to a door with his name on it. Above the doorway she noted the design carved in the mantle. A passerby would have thought it just a bit of student vandalism, but Meghan recognized it immediately. To prepare for her work at the museum, Meghan had studied Nordic history somewhat extensively.
“That’s a Nordic rune,” she said as Jord unlocked the door. “Dalecarlian in origin, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Yes it is, Doctor Larson, and it’s a big part of why we’ll be much safer here.”
Jord’s outer office had a desk for his administrative assistant, a comfortable looking couch and some chairs where students could wait to meet with the professor. The inner office held a large oak desk, a second couch, and walls lined with bookcases.
He pointed to a second doorway in his office. “There’s a bathroom through there, if you’d like to freshen
“Here,” Jord said, wrapping his leather duster around her. How gallant her hero was! She had just time to push her arms through the sleeves before he was once again dragging her along.
Out on the street sat a big Harley-Davidson motorcycle and he pulled her to it.
“You’re kidding me,” she said. “It’s November!”
Now she began to wonder what kind of idiot she’d dreamed up.
“Sorry.” He took a helmet off the back of the seat and jammed it onto her head.
Jord kicked the starter and the big machine roared to life, just as a hoard of the giant creatures burst through the museum doorway.
“Get on and hold tight,” he shouted over the roar of the engine. She jumped onto the back, settling behind him.
Meghan threw her arms around Jord’s waist and held on for dear life. The streets were all but deserted as the big Harley roared off into the night. This was all getting just a little too bizarre.
Meghan had a fleeting thought it would be okay to wake up now.
Chapter 2
The sky opened up and a drenching rain fell as Jord and Meghan raced through the night. Trees were bending to the fierce winds and the torrential downpour saturated the landscape around her. Meghan could see the rain through the windscreen of the motorcycle helmet, but somehow none of it hit her. Even when the motorcycle splashed through deep puddles in the road they managed to somehow stay dry. It was a cold November rain that could easily turn to sleet and snow if the temperature dipped a few degrees lower. In fact, snow was predicted in the next few days.
Somehow, in the heart of the raging storm, Meghan remained warm and dry. She had a feeling it was more than just the leather coat and motorcycle helmet. It was as if they rode in a protective bubble. Her hands could feel the material of Jord Thorson’s T-shirt, which also remained dry in the face of the driving rain around them. Through the thin material she could feel the tense, corded muscle of Jord’s abs. Despite her growing sense of concern, there was a small section of her mind that remained intrigued. This guy had to be ripped. There was nothing soft or flabby about the body she was holding on to.
It was so surreal. What she’d seen was just not possible. Giants did not just crash through windows and attack people. Pocket-knives did not become swords. She was not strong enough to lift that bronze bust. Yet it all seemed so real. This just didn’t feel like a dream. Certainly it was like no dream she’d ever had before.
Jord turned into the campus of the University of Minnesota. Under most circumstances Meghan enjoyed any opportunity to visit the school. Now, however, she was not so sure. Maybe she’d wake up soon and laugh at all the strangeness she’d dreamed up.
Jord pulled in and parked by Pillsbury Hall. The stately old building was one of the oldest on campus and while Meghan had always admired it from the outside, she’d never had the opportunity to enter it.
“Come on,” he said. “We should be safe here for a bit.”
He guided her into the building, down hallways and up a flight of steps to a door with his name on it. Above the doorway she noted the design carved in the mantle. A passerby would have thought it just a bit of student vandalism, but Meghan recognized it immediately. To prepare for her work at the museum, Meghan had studied Nordic history somewhat extensively.
“That’s a Nordic rune,” she said as Jord unlocked the door. “Dalecarlian in origin, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Yes it is, Doctor Larson, and it’s a big part of why we’ll be much safer here.”
Jord’s outer office had a desk for his administrative assistant, a comfortable looking couch and some chairs where students could wait to meet with the professor. The inner office held a large oak desk, a second couch, and walls lined with bookcases.
He pointed to a second doorway in his office. “There’s a bathroom through there, if you’d like to freshen
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