About the book: year / “And only he could rightfully be called a sea king who never slept under a smoky roof and never feasted at the hearth." Saga of the Ynglings Do you dream of standing on the bow of a longship, peering into the monastery of St. Cuthbert emerging from the fog? Who are you? A hit-and-miss guy, yesterday's gamer-nerd and pacifist. Did you think about becoming a jarl and leading squads into battle? Fuck you, your fate is to clean stalls, herd sheep and die of hunger when the grain fails... Or not?