"Angrboda's story begins where most witches' tales end: with a burning. A punishment from Odin for refusing to provide him with knowledge of the future, the fire leaves Angrboda injured and powerless, and she flees into the farthest reaches of a remote forest. There she is found by a man who reveals himself to be Loki, and her initial distrust of him transforms into a deep and abiding love.
Their union produces three unusual children, each with a secret destiny, who Angrboda is keen to raise at the edge of the world, safely hidden from Odin's all-seeing eye. But as Angrboda slowly recovers her prophetic powers, she learns that her blissful life—and possibly all of existence—is in danger.
With help from the fierce huntress Skadi, with whom she shares a growing bond, Angrboda must choose whether she’ll accept the fate that she's foreseen for her beloved family…or rise to remake their future. From the most ancient of tales this novel forges a story of love, loss, and hope for the modern age."--Goodreads blurb
This was a slow-burn book, but somehow every time I stopped reading my mind would drift to the story. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Man am I glad we don't live with Gods and Goddesses, because they are brutal, dumb, and did I mention brutal? I always love hearing well-known stories from a different perspective, and Angrboda's story makes you look at many mythological stories you know from a different angle for sure.
