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“It feels like we should do something," he said. "Like, send her off on a barge out to sea and set her on fire. Let her go out in a blaze of glory."
Chubs raised an eyebrow. "It's a minivan, not a Viking.”
― Alexandra Bracken, The Darkest Minds

“Praise not the day until evening has come, a woman until she is burnt, a sword until it is tried, a maiden until she is married, ice until it has been crossed, beer until it has been drunk.”
― Michael Crichton, Eaters of the Dead

“You'll see me differently in the morning, after I've fucked some sense into you.”
― Virginia Wade, Cum For The Viking 1

“I never needed a Man. I needed a Viking. I needed someone who wasn't afraid of my strengths, or of my needs. I chose wrong... in the past. I thought I had to find someone who could put up with my hunger for life. But I was so damn wrong. I needed a Viking. I needed someone who would admire all the things about me that tepid men were intimidated by.”
― Alfa H, Abandoned Breaths

“She had simply shed the mantle of slavery as easily as she had worn it, making him realize that she had never really worn it at all.”
― Johanna Lindsey

“But the attitude that Viking society held up as the ideal one was a heroic stoicism. In the words of archaeologist Neil Price, "The outcome of our actions, our fate, is already decided and therefore does not matter. What is important is the manner of our conduct as we go to meet it." You couldn't change what was going to happen to you, but you could at least face it with honor and dignity. The best death was to go down fighting, preferably with a smile on your lips. Life is precarious by nature, but this was especially true in the Viking Age, which made this fatalism, and stoicism in the face of it, especially poignant.
The model of this ideal was Odin's amassing an army in Valhalla in preparation for Ragnarok. He knew that Fenrir, "the wolf", was going to murder him one way or another. Perhaps on some level he hoped that by gathering all of the best warriors to fight alongside him, he could prevent the inevitable. But deep down he knew that his struggle was hopeless - yet he determined to struggle just the same, and to die in the most radiant blaze of glory he could muster.”
― Daniel McCoy, The Viking Spirit: An Introduction to Norse Mythology and Religion

“Man without a sword is still a warrior, but one with no shield is just a target.”
― Robert Low, The White Raven

“But didn’t dwarves kill Kvasir? How did giants get the mead?â€�
T.J. shrugged. “All the old stories are basically about one group murdering another group to steal their stuff. That’s probably how.�
This made me proud to be a Viking.”
― Rick Riordan

“The idea of fate permeated the religion of the Vikings at every turn. Everything in the universe, even the Gods, was subject to it.”
― Daniel McCoy, The Viking Spirit: An Introduction to Norse Mythology and Religion

“His voice was reassuring and calm, his expression soft, his eyes brighter than ever. Oh Ahura Mazda, she’d never wanted any man so intently in all her life. She ached to have him touch her, kiss her, taste her. And Ivar did as she wished. He put her hand to his nose to smell her skin, kissed her inner wrist to taste her, his lips lingered over her racing pulse. Finally, it was confirmed in actions and direct words, spoken aloud and repeated seven timesâ€� She felt the rush of desire ripping through her body, an intense sensation of warmth upon her skin, the blissful waves of uneasiness swamped through her, tingling her nerves.”
― Widad Akreyi, The Viking's Kurdish Love: A True Story of Zoroastrians' Fight for Survival

“Brawl with a pig and you go away with his stink”
― Old Norse Proverbs

“The other sources, even when they mention Hel, rarely describe it. But when they do, it's cast in neutral or even positive terms. For example, the mention that the land of the dead is "green and beautiful" in Ibn Fadlan's account is mirrored in a passage from Saxo (The medieval Danish historian, as you likely recall). In Saxo's telling of the story of Hadding, the hero travels to the "Underworld" and finds a "fair land where green herbs grow when it is winter on earth." His companion even beheads a rooster just outside of that land and flings its carcass over the wall, at which point the bird cries out and comes back to life - a feat which is highly reminiscent of another detail from Ibn Fadlan, namely the beheading of a rooster and a hen whose bodies are then tossed into the dead man's boat shortly before it's set aflame. In both cases, the emphasis is on abundant life in the world of the dead, even when death and absence prevail on earth.”
― Daniel McCoy, The Viking Spirit: An Introduction to Norse Mythology and Religion

“The male sphere of Norse shamanism consisted of the elite warrior groups known as the berserkir ("bear-shirts") and the úlfheðnar ("wolf-skins"). The berserkers (as we'll refer to the members of both of those groups for the sake of convenience), were shamans of a very different sort. After undergoing a period of rigorous training and initiation, they developed the ability to fight in an ecstatic trance that rendered them fearless - and, according to some sources, impervious to danger - while nevertheless inspiring a tremendous amount of fear in their opponents by their behavior, which was
at once animalistic and otherworldly. Perhaps needless to say, there was no ergi associated with being a berserker. Quite the opposite, in fact - the berserker was seen as something of a model of manliness.”
― Daniel McCoy, The Viking Spirit: An Introduction to Norse Mythology and Religion

“Your wits do not impress me thus far.”
― Demi Winters, The Road of Bones

“If they Stand Behind you, Protect Them
If they Stand Beside you, Respect Them
If they Stand Against you, Defeat them”
― Viking Saying

“A moment later, Vesta became aware that her life was passing her by in that busy city, where no man could capture her heartâ€� What if she married someone, who wasn’t mentally prepared to keep his Zoroastrian identity intact? Or what if her future husband was forced to convert to Islam? What if he tried to force her to convert as well? What if he suddenly decided to become an extremist and called for Sharia Laws in Kurdland? She shivered at the thought.”
― Widad Akreyi, The Viking's Kurdish Love: A True Story of Zoroastrians' Fight for Survival

“To be without silver is better than to be without honor.”
― Robert Low

“I'm obsessed with - perhaps even addicted to - winning, and can't help it.”
― Farah Cook, City of Skies

“Vikings, it seems, make their own way.”
― Helen Russell, The Year of Living Danishly: Uncovering the Secrets of the World's Happiest Country

“A port arrival makes you feel so free ...To realize what it is to be a free man, with a world before him;”
― Barnaby Allen, Pacific Viking

“God is not mocked!'' the domnall said sternly and Crowbone turned and laughed, hefting his sword on to one shoulder. '' of course he is Priest'' he called out as he went. ''His son was sent to promise an end to wicked folk. Odin promised an end to ice giants. I see no ice giants priest - but the world is full of wicked men.”
― Robert Low

“Mein Gott, Mrs. Windham. You may look like your Polish mother, but you have the icy heart of a fucking Viking.”
― Allie Ray, Inheritance

“With a good woman, if you wish to enjoy her words and her good will, pledge her fairly and be faithful to it: Enjoy the good you are given.”
― The Havamal

“Words â€� and the intentions and ideas behind them â€� had
the power to change physical reality, just like any other physical phenomenon.”
― Daniel McCoy, The Viking Spirit: An Introduction to Norse Mythology and Religion

“In ‘Hakon’s of Rogen’s Sagaâ€�, I have attempted to tell the story of a boy who lived at the end of the Viking period. It was not written for ‘youth,â€� in the sense that I have blunted my pen before I started. I abhor those writers who have not the skill to keep the attention of adults, and therefore think themselves equipped to write for children. I have done my best, and I leave you to be my critic.”
― Erik Christian Haugaard, Hakon of Rogen's Saga

“Then my sentence remains death and I will take it.â€� Freydis said. ‘As a skjoldmoy, with a battle-axe in my hand. But I will make Valhalla a place on earth before it happens. I will make Vinland the gates to all of the Nordic Empire and they will be open for all eternity to those persecuted by these one-God heathens, wherever they may be.”
― Max Davine, Spirits of the Ice Forest

“The Pale Ones are demons,â€� Wobee said. ‘Does your fire crackle with the tears of Mammasumit’s family? Does it sing to you the screams of his women as they were set upon and taken as slaves? Come more Pale Ones. Come enough that they cover the ocean. If the Great River runs red, it will be with their blood and mine.”
― Max Davine, Spirits of the Ice Forest

“The battle raged, the blood, gore and the stench of death of hundreds of the fallen, of both Saxons and Vikings permeated the air around her. With Every move Her chest guard dug painfully into her side from a gouge from a broad sword. Her helm obscured her peripheral vision as it had been her brothers, and sat awkwardly on her head due to its size. No time to catch her breath as the huge Saxon assaulted her, her shield fending off the vicious blows of his claymore. Being nearly half his size, she needed to be nimble and smart, a swift upper cut to his jaw with her shield caught him off balance, followed by a slice from her modified broad sword. The Saxon fell to his knees, allowing just enough decrease in stature for Brynhild to finish him off with a jab to the neck, arterial spray covered her face and chest.
No time to rest, the next Saxon was upon her, hacking forcefully at her shield she was sure it
would splinter. It took all her strength to maintain her footing. His attack was merciless, forcing
her to careen backwards, steel crashed against steel in a maddened melee. She feinted
left, then put all her velocity in shouldering him in his midsection, momentum taking him swiftly
to the blood sodden ground. In the distance a call to retreat was heard from the Saxon Lord,
the battle broke, the Viking horde was victorious, Brynhild slumped down a nearby tree, too
exhausted and weak to move her last conscious thought was to wonder who the strong
Shield-maiden was that gently picked her up and carried her forward.
The next thing she knew, she was in a magnificent Hall, filled with raucous laughter and the
scent of roasted boar. The sound of sword play was also heard from a nearby doorway.
Warriors sat with horns filled with mead, in earnest discourse of the battles they had fought.
A clearing of a throat brought her eyes to the great table at the head of the hall, there stood a
heavily muscled bearded, one-eyed Man, the hall was moved to silence as the great man strode
toward her.
“Welcome to Valhalla Brynhild,� he clapped a hand on her shoulder “You have fought bravely,
Please take your place among the warriors and enjoy the feast.� Shouts of Skal! filled the hall.
Happiness assailed her, resurrected, to one day fight again for Odin in the twilight of the Gods,
The Battle of Ragnarök.”
― Shelly MacDougall Tremblay

“Visvaviking (Sonnet 1504)

Smiling through my martyrdom
I took the world into my care.
Ice cold currents of catastrophe
are no match for my asgardian dare.

Swimming through a tsunami of sneer,
I found my peace in world's welfare.
Beware, o merchants of malice and hate,
Better not force your fate out of layer!

Crushing all memorials of invading scourge,
Parting the ocean to deliver from divide,
Rushing as apocalypse to right the wrong,
I am Sapiothunder to all genocidal pride.

I don't need invite from some puny paradise;
Cosmos, my Shangri-la - me, the Servant King.
Odin doesn't wait up for Valhalla to call -
Valhalla is my empire - I am Visvaviking!”
― Abhijit Naskar, World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets

“Arise, O Atlas (Sonnet 1100)

Vakna, Stå upp, o Modige Atlas!
Ta världen på din axel,
Förkasta allt som är ojust.

Awake, Arise, O Atlas Supreme,
Take the world on your shoulder.
Denounce all roots of hate and hurt,
Wielding your humanitarian viking thunder.

I don't write for creatures of gutter,
I write for those craving for open skies.
If you can give up your golden fancies,
I'll give you a world beyond the lies.

Despierta, levántate, oh loco amante!
El mundo entero está a tu cuidado.
Give up your aphrodisiac of wild ancestry,
Somos humanos cuando nos descubrimos en cada humano.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Vande Vasudhaivam: 100 Sonnets for Our Planetary Pueblo