A note from Headbuzzer: Ack! We're so excited that Tessa Gratton is coming out with a new series, about Norse Gods no less! For those of you who missed it when it came out last week, we've cross posted the cover reveal and bonus material for Tessa's new book, The Lost Sun, out June 25th!
PS - We asked Tessa on Twitter if LOKI will be making an appearance in her series and she could only hint at a cameo.
PPS - We love the series is called The United States of Asgard!
Exclusive Reveal: "The Lost Sun" Cover and Something More
by Joyce Lamb
ABOUT THE LOST SUN: The Lost Sun by the popular Tessa Gratton is set in a world where Norse gods are not only worshipped, but can hold political office. When Baldur, one of the most beloved gods (and an erstwhile celebrity bad boy), is kidnapped, Astrid Glyn and Soren Bearskin embark on a journey to find him. Along the way, they encounter zealots and trickster gods, undead soldiers and sadistic field trolls. To survive, they'll have to choose between loyalty and destiny, and learn to have faith in themselves.
In addition, HEA has gotten its hands on a "leaked interview" with heroine Astrid Glyn, coming to us from TeenSeer Magazine. Check it out:
Astrid Glyn: Ready to Change Your World
An interview with the daughter of the late Prophet Laureate of the United States of Asgard
By Lizzy Deesdottir, TeenSeer Magazine
An unassuming girl in a cardigan and thin silk slippers tapped me on the shoulder as I waited on the memorial bench at the Westport City Gallows Field, five minutes after the interview was supposed to begin. She smiled and said, "I'm Astrid. I didn't plan to be late, but dreamed last night that I stood in my kitchen until the clock read eight-forty-three exactly. So I left a few minutes late."
The morning sun catches her light brown eyes and she tilts her head away, joining me on the marble bench. I offer the coffee I've brought along and she thanks me, but only holds it in her hands as she gazes out over the Field. I chose this place for its relevance to her history: her mother, Jenna Glyn, was born in the city and spent her early years as a prophetess laying out her runes right here under the hanging trees. At this time of the day, the square is deserted of commuters from the nearby Plaza and Hospital Hill, but housewives and nannies have come to walk dogs and loose children in the park. It would have been an ideal time for Jenna to catch her preferred patrons: women and children.
After allowing Astrid time to reflect, I ask her how it feels to be here.
"I have only good memories of this place," she says. "I was very small though, and spent most of my time watching her prophesize from those swings over there. By the time I was old enough to help she'd already caught the attention of the jarl. From there it was a straight shot until she was frequently asked by the President himself to seeth. We traveled constantly then."
Until she died?
"Until she disappeared," Astrid corrects, looking right at me.
You still believe she's alive? Even after they found her body?
"I wasn't allowed to view her. My uncle thought I was too young."
And five years later, you still have hope.
"I have my dreams, too. I trust them."
I push Astrid for details, but she shakes her head and invokes the prophet's code for keeping some dreams private. She touches the black pearl necklace hugging her neck and says, "She gave this to me, and I know if she'd been about to die, she would have Seen it. She'd have told me."
Since Jenna Glyn's disappearance, you've lived here in Westport City with your uncle. Why leave now for a humanities academy? Couldn't you find a master prophet to apprentice to easily?
"I've had a few offers, but that isn't what I want. I'm going to the academy to learn a wide variety of things, and when I graduate I can decide to apprentice if I like." Astrid pauses and sets her coffee aside. "My uncle has been teaching me more about dreaming, and I might come back to work with him. There's nothing wrong with a man doing it. Odin Alfather himself knows how to dream."
What about the rumor you're following a boy to Sanctus Sigurd's Academy?
Astrid is definitely surprised by the question, and quickly denies it. "Why are there rumors about my — my love life?" she asks me. I tell her people are hungry to see her grow up and find happiness after the tragedy of her mother's disappearance. She scoffs and says sharply, "Hungry for gossip."
Last year you called something like eighteen people to warn the town of Leavey, Ohiyo kingstate about a tornado that never hit. Can you tell us about what that was like?
Her shoulders slump. "I dreamed about the tornado for a week, and couldn't stand the idea of not trying to do something. But sometimes when we act, it changes everything."
Are you suggesting your actions somehow caused the weather to shift?
"I'm suggesting that the threads of Fate are tricky and complicated and we can't always know what to do. I've no idea what changed." She pauses and I'm about to ask a new question, when she very quietly adds, "And maybe nothing changed. Maybe the tornado will do exactly what I saw it do, three or five or ten years from now."
What's it like, living with pressure like that?
"I need faith." Astrid tips her head back to look up at the sky. She smiles. "I have this gift that was given by Freya, and I believe she allows her prophets to see what we see for a reason. We must trust her, and ourselves — that we will act when we can, and when we can't, have faith that she will."
That's great advice for any of our readers. Is there something else you'd add, for the young prophets who look up to you?
"Oh. I don't know that I'm a role model. My mother, though, she would have said to have friends or family who can support you while you're dreaming. It's hard to see the web of Fate, hard to look at the shifting truths in the future. I know there's a lot of seers who read their runes for the answers to easy questions, like, who's going to ask me to the Yule dance, or will I pass my history test. But those are things we don't need to cheat on. Maybe you should ask the boy you want to the dance, and if you study, you'll pass. Prophecy casting should be for bigger things. When will my dad get a new job? Should I dedicate my life to the Alfather or Loki? How can I change the world? Who needs my help?"
Astrid stands up. She shakes her head. "It's frustrating, sometimes, the things people ask me."
Do you prophesize for yourself, or only others?
"I dream every night, and usually don't know when I'm seeing something from my own possible future, or the dreams of others." She glances slyly at me. "I will confess I dreamed of Sanctus Sigurd, of the fountain at the center of campus. It's marble like this bench, and round. Sigurd and his dragon are frozen in the moment of the saint's triumph, and the water flows around them. I dreamed I sat on the edge and drew a rune into the frost again and again. I knew when I woke up I was trying to communicate with the person standing beside me. And I have to go there. Do that."
Was the person a boy?
Astrid laughs, clearly exasperated. "Yes, fine. It is a boy. But that isn't why I'm going. Not the only reason," she insists.
I ask Astrid if she brought her runes, and if she'll cast for me. She hesitates, and then touches my hand. "My dream last night ended in the kitchen, the reason I was late, it's because I was supposed to delay you. I don't know why, but I think you don't need a casting now."
Despite the sunlight, Astrid's words cast a shadow around us. I say, "You don't know if you're — you're saving me from something bad, or driving me to something amazing?"
She smiles sadly. "This is what it's like. But you live with it."
Lizzy Deesdottir is a supernatural investigative reporter for TeenSeer Magazine.
To find out more about The Lost Sun, book one in The United States of Asgard series, you can visit its website.