In the Halls of the Mountain Troll by Tanith Davenport

Otto was spreading a map out on the windowsill, eating his svele one-handed as he ran a finger along the road markings. She was beginning to think it would never be over. Traveling every day, out hunting every damned night. They were a necessity when they were on a job that required travel, but try as they might, it was impossible to keep them properly warm inside, even with the help of space heaters and extra blankets.Īnd this had been a long job.

She cast a rueful glance out of the window to where their trailers sat in the car park, each attached to a Jeep. Micke was so easy to wind up.īut God, it had been a miserable week. “Paying for Lise’s too?” Astri asked casually.Īs Lise joined them with her own food, Astri turned her attention to her breakfast, smiling to herself. Without a word Micke picked up the papers then dumped them unceremoniously on Otto’s tray before sitting down with his own. Otto rolled his eyes just as Micke appeared beside him, breakfast in hand. “Get Micke to pay.” Otto grunted, looking down as he dug through his paperwork. “At this price these eggs should be gold-plated.”

“This place is too expensive.” Astri Ingebrigtsen dropped her food on the table and sat down across from him, throwing her dark hair back out of her face. His messy beard, tousled brown hair and heavy duffel coat gave him the appearance of a slightly cleaned-up vagrant. At a table by the wall a man was sitting with a breakfast tray, a small stack of paper on the seat beside him, oblivious to the sideways glances given by the other customers. Rain spattered the windows of the café, mist making the sunlight bleak.

In the Halls of the Mountain Troll by Tanith Davenport