Freya Catten has lived on the fringes of society her entire life, growing up in hiding with her mother in the deepest, wildest places left in North America—the national parks and forests. Freya’s mother taught her how to live off the land, away from civilization—mysteriously warning her of the dangers of getting involved with society and leaving traces of her DNA behind. But five years ago Freya’s mother abandoned her, leaving Freya to survive on her own. 

Freya knows how to stay alive, whether she’s hiding in the forest or running on the city streets. She changes her appearance often and owns nothing but her backpack filled with survival gear and a necklace that had been her mother’s.

But, keeping one step ahead of Social Services isn’t her biggest fear. Freya’s true terror lies with The Takers—strange men who rappel from silver cords out of the deep blue sky from nowhere. They snatch up their victims then evaporate without a trace. Freya holds a dark suspicion—that the Takers are really after her, and they are closing in.

Freya realizes that if she is to ever have a normal life she must first find her mother and answer the questions that have kept her in hiding. Along the way, she meets Theron Hawk—a rugged teenage soldier from a war-torn country—and finds herself truly trusting someone for the first time in her life.

As secrets are uncovered, and Freya comes closer to solving the mysteries surrounding her life, her blood and the priceless necklace that lays at her throat, the scars of the Bifrost will threaten to rip apart Freya’s very existence.

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SCARS OF THE BIFROST is the first story in The Scars Saga and is a Young Adult science-fiction/fantasy/paranormal romance novel infused with wilderness survival, urban fantasy, dystopian elements and mythological realism.

My Thoughts

So, do you like to read sci-fi? In all honesty, I wasn’t sure that I did. I generally gravitate toward paranormal and historical fiction. I surprised myself when I started reading Scars of the Bifrost and couldn’t put it down.

Feya Catten lives on the fringes of society, never staying in one place for very long and often sleeping in the forest. She is also alone. Her mother left her and disappeared five years earlier. It seems everywhere Freya goes the “Takers” – men in jumpsuits who repel from the sky on silver cords – snatch up innocent bystanders and disappear forever. Freya knows they’re looking for her, but she doesn’t understand why. With the unexpected help of a young traveling soldier, named Theron, Freya narrowly escapes a “Taker” attack. The two begin traveling/hiding together and discover that even though they may be from completely different worlds, their souls speak to one another.

Freya and Theron’s adventures to New Orleans, Homochitto National Forest, Stockholm, and much more (I don’t want to give too much away) were packed full of action, danger, and excitement.  Their relationship grows stronger and sweeter as they face one challenge after another. By the end of Scars I was completely engrossed in the story and wanted/needed to know how it was all going to pan out. Would Freya ever be united with her missing mother and who are the Takers and why do they abduct young people????

The author does a great job with the suspense but also left me hanging just enough to have to read the next book!  Scars of the Bifrost is an entertaining and imaginative  young adult science fiction tale and I will absolutely be waiting for the 2nd book in this series.

Overall: Action packed adventure with great drama and sweet first love….. 4.5 stars.

(Please note: In the copy I was given, the editing had not been completed. As far as I know, the latest version has been fully edited. Please don’t hold it against me if I am mistaken about this.)

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The song ended too quickly. “Can you play it again?” Theron asked anxiously.

I nodded, happy he was so pleased. “As many times as you want,” I assured him and played it again and again.

The third time through I asked, “Would you like to dance?”

“I’ve never danced before.” His voice was slightly unsteady. I had watched him throw a knife with deadly accuracy into the flesh of an opponent with no hesitation, and now he was going to be nervous?

I stood over him and offered my hand. He took it and got to his feet. I positioned myself about a ruler’s length in front of him, then held my breath as I closed the gap.

“You place your hands here.” I put both of his hands on my hips.

“I like dancing already,” he said with a smile that filled even his eyes.

“Don’t be fresh,” I scolded playfully. Then I put both of my hands onto his shoulders.

“Now, I definitely like this.”

I smiled. I liked it too.

“Now we sway.” I gently rocked us back and forth and moved my feet nice and slowly.

He checked his stance and loosened up when he realized he had tensed. He looked into my face with an expression I couldn’t name. Then he closed his eyes and sunk his fingers deeply into the muscles at my waist. The action took my breath away.

Intensity. The expression on his face had been intensity.

I closed my eyes, feeling it too, and involuntarily slipped my hands up onto the nape of his neck—my fingers tangled into his dark, loose hair.

What are you doing? But the music continued to play, and I had been so broken—and obviously so had he. He was strong and overwhelming, and for this moment … just for this one moment, I wanted to allow myself to get lost in his arms, lost in his power. It was—just a song—just a moment.