Г„gir Review

"The Aesir are coming," Ægir rumbled, his voice like the grinding of tectonic plates.

He had promised Odin a feast that would be remembered until the breaking of the world, but he had a problem. He possessed no cauldron large enough to brew ale for all the gods of Asgard. Г„gir

Deep beneath the churning grey waves of the North Sea, where the light of the sun is but a pale, flickering memory, lies the hall of Ægir. It is not built of stone or timber, but of polished coral and the bones of leviathans, illuminated by the cold, rhythmic glow of phosphorescent deep-sea blooms. "The Aesir are coming," Ægir rumbled, his voice