The Book of Bera: Obsidian
By Suzie Wilde
A gripping Viking tale of one woman’s courage, facing old and new gods in the savage beauty of Ice Island.
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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.
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 …
‘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.
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.
- 19th July 2019 Help!
"The writing is beautiful"
"The sense of place is strongly evoked"
Do you agree with these readers on The Pigeonhole, where Obsidian has just been serialised? What did you think of the book? Whatever your answer, I'd be so grateful if you could take the time to give it a star rating, though a few words to explain would be brilliant. A big thank you to the few who already have. I know…26th March 2019 Trying to say Thank You!
Here's a short film of thanks.
Many of you will also have received the artwork, bead, mittens etc that you pledged for. I fly to Iceland next week and I'll be sending over twenty postcards direct to supporters. I hope you're as excited about all this as I am: it's rather the point of Unbound. Anyway,22nd January 2019 The past is always with us
I'm often asked to talk about research, as I am again in March as part of the Portsmouth Book Festival. I like to surprise people by demonstrating that we're more in touch with the past than we suppose. My mum was brought up by her grandparents, who were Victorians. It gives me insights and vocabulary that I use in the Bera books - not pretending to be old Norse but a slightly distant vernacular…18th December 2018 5 Tips for moving home I wish I'd thought of
Piece of cake, we thought. The best tip someone gave me first time was to always be packed by professionals. We have now moved houses seven times and always use the same excellent company. We got a lot right this time: the redirection of post; the room plans with furniture to scale; the decuttering and cleaning before being lovingly packed over two days. Our dogs stayed with friends. We packed…28th November 2018 A very special present
Midnight 3 December.
That's the last moment you get get your name in the back of the book. Obsidian is already funded and launching on 13 June 2019 but if you'd like to give someone a different Christmas present you can put their name in the list of supporters and they will forever be in the British Library. And check out some of the offers, like the audiobook of Book One, Sea Paths, or map…3rd November 2018 Be a Viking for 19 seconds
I thought I'd welcome new supporters (and do join the party if you haven't already!) with traditional hospitality: breaking bread together amongst fellow Vikings. This was taken at Birka, on the island of Björkö in Lake Mälaren, Sweden.
From the eighth century Birka was one of the most important places for Viking world trade. It had up to a thousand inhabitants for over two hundred years but then…2nd July 2018 Sun, football, tennis, strawberries & a campervan
Author looks very happy with life - because the story is in the best possible shape thanks to the fine-tuning of my brilliant developmental editor Liz Garner and went off this morning for the painstaking copy edit at Unbound. Liz writes:
You have done such a fantastic job here. Bera's quest is completely focused: the outer events match her inner development, and I love the strong move to…27th May 2018 Volcanic eruption in 2019!
Here's a clue as to why the updates have been scarce. Partly I didn't want to add to the GDPR burden but mainly I've been busy ... with the last 'creative' edit before the brilliant Liz Garner does the line edit at the start of June. Obsidian is due to be published next summer! That seemed like plenty of time to get things perfect - but working backwards it means the copy edit has to be July 1st…25th April 2018 Exciting news!
Every author wants to be read as widely as possible. I was thrilled with the beauty of the first edition hardback of The Book of Bera, Sea Paths, and hope it becomes a collector's item in the future. However, I was well aware that few people bought the trade hardback - and even fewer read the one they had. So when I sold out of paperbacks at the launch and was pressed to get the sequel, Obsidian…10th April 2018 Bera has gone properly public!
It was wonderful a year ago to thank supporters at the launch of their first edition in London. Last week, I launched the paperback at Waterstones, Chichester, which was more daunting. Why? It wasn't the public nature of it that alarmed me; it was the feeling that friends wouldn't take me seriously as a writer. I was completely wrong. It was a warm, happy and supportive evening and I loved it. Many…28th March 2018 What does being a working class author mean?
There's so much talk about diversity and so on and I've been thinking how my past affects or reflects on my writing life. Also, does it matter? I don't want to give critics a stick to beat 'women' or 'working-class women' or middle-class women' with, if they find my particular product doesn't suit. I loved growing up in Eastney (now called Southsea but it isn't). See? Inverse snobbery creeps in. Anyway…5th March 2018 Celebrate!
Very happy to get to 40% thanks to you, dear supporters. Here's my rather shambolic video: the first I've done with iPhone. I hope you like the faster message.8th February 2018 Did Chaucer invent Valentine's Day?
Photo by Cathal Mac an Bheatha on Unsplash
The answer is yes - and no. Chaucer wrote in English, not French or Latin, so his poem, The Parliament of Fowls, although commissioned for the marriage of royalty, was of the people and their belief that birds choose their mates on February 14th.
And whan this werk al brought was to an ende,
To every foul Nature yaf his make (mate)
By evene acord…19th January 2018 Calm
Yesterday, at one of my favourite places. January can be a cruel month: even though the days are lengthening, the mornings seem darker than ever. The sun made everyone smile and this is where I come when I want to think about plot structure. The dogs are happy and the calmness of blonde grass and sand beneath a deep blue sky seems to produce clarity of thought. A problem that seemed intractable…1st January 2018 We All Need Heroes
I used to be ashamed of reading escapist literature or watching films that weren't 'relevant to our present crisis' (whichever the latest was). I used to criticise my mother for refusing to wallow in the misery of current affairs just before bedtime. She said it was better in the War when newspapers kept morale high. Now I'm turning into her and that's a good thing. I think we need heroes. I'm queasy…13th December 2017 The Yule Log
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The Pagan celebration of Winter Solstice - or Yule - is probably as old as mankind. Bad weather could mean death, especially in winter, which is why I gave Bera the gift of predicting it. When the sun seemed to vanish, in Winternights, the Norsemen lit bonfires, told stories and drank ale to forget their fear. They pictured the sun as a wheel that changed…27th November 2017 Fabulous SCBWI
I've been away in Winchester for the weekend for the annual Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators (British Isles) Conference. If you think we look Seriously Funny, it's because that was the theme this year. Here's the photo taken of all authors published this year. I manage to squeak in because my debut novel, The Book of Bera, is for readers YA upwards. (Typically, I'm the one…16th November 2017 Iceland
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.
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