CORPSE IN THE MEAD HALLCHAPTER 58
I can't remember a time in my life where I didn't know I was an artist. Not wanted to be. Knew I was. Even as a kid with a pack of crayons, I knew I was an artist. But since moving to the North Shore to live with my grandmother and discovering I was a volva, which is sort of a Norse witch, but with lots of responsibilities beyond mere magic, I never seemed to have any time to just create art anymore. Especially after I had started using my art skills to access my magic. I was still an artist, but, a few sketches here and there aside, all of my art was directed towards magical ends these days. It was almost never just art. Mostly this was because between my ongoing education in all things magical and the number of murders I had found myself working to solv
