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A gripping Viking tale of one woman’s courage, facing old and new gods in the savage beauty of Ice Island.

Desperate to make a settled life for her people in a brutal, inscrutable land, the Viking seer, Bera, feels the earth convulse during the hard birthing of her daughter.

The red sun is hidden and a curtain of fire spans the whole horizon and up beyond sight, making the dark weave of time crackle with terrible knowledge.

Somehow this upheaval links from the black bead of her necklace to the precious black stone, Obsidian. Bera has to connect with the land, to read and understand its ancient patterns of death and rebirth, to find out how she can stop the approaching disaster. Her quest takes her to a community in the Far North, where the black stone is guarded. The folk there worship the serpent. What power does the Serpent King have and what would he do to take the stone? There are others from her past who also want it. As her visions start to come true, Bera has to steal Obsidian and then use it. But at what cost? Obsidian gives a stark reflection of her true nature – and reveals what the worst sacrifice of all will be.

Steeped in the life and beliefs of the Norse peoples, able to evoke the power of the sea and the land, Suzie Wilde’s new novel is a gripping, standalone adventure. Rich in atmosphere and character, Bera’s story allows us to understand old myths in a way that has resonance in the modern world, through the action of one strong Viking woman.

Praised by readers, critics and writers alike (bestselling author Lee Child said of The Book of Bera: Sea Paths, “Wonderfully imagined and wonderfully written.”) Suzie Wilde’s novels are perfect for fans of Giles Kristian or Conn Iggulden and all those who have enjoyed the acclaimed TV series Vikings.

Suzie Wilde was born a Shackleton in a seaside town in August, the year rationing ended. Her mother worked in a wood store and her father in the jig-and-tool shop for De Havilland. She is the sixth child of eight: the only girl and only survivor.

Her first book dates from before infant school and involves wolves. Nearly every other story concerns lonely girls befriending dogs.

Suzie taught English up to A Level, until becoming a maritime researcher. She gained an MA with Distinction in Creative Writing in 2011, writes full time and randomly runs workshops on various aspects of creative writing. She is a committee member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers & Illustrators, British Isles. The Book of Bera: Sea Paths is published by Unbound.

Hands are close to her face; the rust of blood. There is no pain like this. The known world convulses and a dark tunnel presses her in an agony of spasms. She is suffocating. The earth tilts; shifts. There is only a woman’s face to keep her here and not passing through the gateway to Hel. She can already smell it, close. Brymstone and blood. The woman’s hands. Not safe, at all.

‘Breathe,’ says the woman.


‘Yes, you can. Come on. For me.’

That voice. That’s something to hold on to. But who? No time to remember. There is something dark here, something wrong. Life blurs as the ground rocks. This, new, bad pain makes her pant, turns her inside out. Lights flash; a sequence of sparks that mark the places where the earth’s crust is tearing apart, that feel like the start of a megrim.

‘I’m dying!’

Her death throes ripple out over the land, under the sea and sky, making ruin the ... ruin the ...

A scream tears her head wide.


Bones crack. Her hips yawn wide as the Skraken’s jaw. The echoes are making the mountains ring, quickening in her body that is the earth. Far beneath her, fire rages, cracking the ice cap on the tallest and blowing a cloud of ash up, up towards the pitiless stars. Now liquid fire swarms downwards, coiling like a serpent; white-hot metal. A terrible beauty …

‘Push, Bera!’

‘Like a blacksmith pouring …’

‘Shush, sweetheart, here’s the head! Gently now.’

Bera pushes out in a long, gaping wail. She is all mouth, like Hel herself. Lightning flickers, light, dark; death, life. Liquid fire, travelling fast. Past or future? Bad now but -

‘Worse is to come.’ Poison. Blackness. ‘I must protect them.’

Gently does it. Her skern is swaddling her tight as a shroud. His lips are fire.

‘I’m dying!’

The earth thrashes, whipping the floor like a serpent’s tail. It sends the woman - is it Sigrid? - staggering, swearing. That’s real enough. Then a flaming gush, a rush, and the world dissolves in a choking billow of ash, with flying sparks and blazing blocks of red-hot stone, spewing up into the air before raining blackly down. The red sun is hidden and a curtain of fire spans the whole horizon and up beyond sight, making the dark weave of time crackle with terrible knowledge.

This is their future.

‘We will all die.’

Her skern is cleaving to her, dying, as they had been in the womb: twin souls floating in space and time before the agony of birthing. Ash is falling, swirling like squid ink in buttermilk, coating grass and leaves. Everything turning black and sticky, withering, and starving cattle will become dry bones, for the wind to whistle into oblivion.

‘Are we dead already?’

No, dear one. Look!

In the corner of her eye she can see a baby’s skern, beyond her own.

Sleep now. Your baby is here, safe and sound.



Thursday, 16 November 2017

Researching The Book of Bera, I stayed at the wonderful Hotel Ranga on the South coast, purely by chance. It turned out to be exactly opposite a place where I 'sensed' Bera to have made her first settlement, which begins Obsidian. This is a video I made at the time. Although I hope you find it as hilarious as I do, it shows how images impress themselves even in lighthearted moments. 

Here's how…

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