What if Valhalla was not a reward—but a cage?
When Eirik dies in battle, he wakes in the golden hall promised to every warrior. Endless feasts. Endless victories. Endless glory.
But something is wrong.
The battles never end. The wounds never last. And beneath the songs and firelight, Eirik begins to see the truth: Valhalla is not a paradise—it is a forge. Souls are broken down, reshaped, and fed back into an eternal war designed by a god who cannot afford doubt.
When Eirik refuses to obey, Valhalla fractures.
Freedom spills into the world—raw, untested, and dangerous.
As gods abandon force for manipulation, belief becomes a weapon. Old loyalties rot. New orders rise. Friends choose certainty over conscience. And rebellion itself threatens to become another form of tyranny.
This is not a story about killing gods.
It is a story about what happens after you stop kneeling—
and whether freedom can survive without becoming something just as cruel.
Valhalla Rising is a dark, philosophical epic fantasy about choice, power, and the cost of deciding for yourself. Gritty, mythic, and emotionally uncompromising, it is a standalone novella that lingers long after the final page.
If you enjoy:
morally complex fantasy
gods who fear irrelevance more than death
rebellions that don’t end cleanly
stories that challenge power rather than replace it
this book is for you.
