I know I should feel something, I know I should, but I can't. I'm so damn empty, but it's just my fault. I honestly don't know if I liked it or not.

Freya, by the way, was a very likeable and strong protagonist, full of fire and will to do something, self- sacrifice, I loved her very much. Bjorn and I had a harder time, but eventually I was able to love him too.

Maybe I should be angry with him for his betrayal, but since I expected him to, I don't, let's just say he didn't stab me in my heart, but in my flesh.

Snorri pissed me off, he was so annoying that I couldn't tell you, his constant whining about how important the shield maiden is to him blabla, never-ending speech and so on, this man would need a big slap in the face to realize he isn't the center of the world. Ylva was probably one of my favorites, perhaps because in reality I would be a snake like her, an ambitious and unstoppable puppet master hiding in the shadows, controlling everything. The others were complex in their own way. 

The plot was understandable, magical, full of suspense and, to my chagrin, infinitely predictable. I liked that there were several perhaps lesser-known gods in the book, mortals born with different powers who shuttle somewhere between greatness and hell for their blessing. The pace was right and the composition was nice, I liked that. The end was well concluded and we got a kind of cliffhanger, so that was perfect.