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Heil og sæl! We are Matti & Shy and we’re currently seeking representation for our manuscript DAWN OF ENDINGS, a fantasy story inspired by Iceland and the Old Norse Myths surrounding Ragnarök.

This website serves as an outlet to gratify our need for expressing ourselves, while we take on the wonderful journey of publishing The Ragnarök Saga.

Here we share our successes, blunders, experiences and a little bit about ourselves. And when we’re feeling particularly cheeky, we’ll share teaser excerpts from our books.

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We may not have access to plumbing or electricity

We may not have access to plumbing or electricity or even perishable food yet, but the view could be worse.

The lupine are beginning to awaken from their wint

The lupine are beginning to awaken from their winter slumber 😌

Sunday drive to the lake

Sunday drive to the lake

In another, more indulgent life, I'd own a boat. 😌

The Fagradalsfjall eruptions site is ~3 miles from

The Fagradalsfjall eruptions site is ~3 miles from my house. Another mountain blocks our view, but every night as the sun goes down, I like to peak out my window to watch the red glow in the sky.

Love this use of negative space

Love this use of negative space

Another rainy day in the 101

Another rainy day in the 101

Sunshine in Iceland is a sacred experience.

Sunshine in Iceland is a sacred experience.

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Iceland's brand is #Lego

This is Ronja. She only pays attention to me when

This is Ronja. She only pays attention to me when I sit down to write. So I guess you could say we're writing partners.

This isn't an #AprilFools joke. Iceland really is

This isn't an #AprilFools joke. Iceland really is this gorgeous.

"I stare at the void between my eyes and the wall,

"I stare at the void between my eyes and the wall, my lungs rising and falling only because they know nothing else. Then, the blackness fills my eyes and I slip once more into a sleep untainted by time. I drift past the pain of before and the anger of now and the fear of tomorrow, where the blackness is waiting."

#FromTheWIP #AmWriting

You may have heard that Iceland is green and Green

You may have heard that Iceland is green and Greenland is ice. This is because in Iceland— whether there's snow, wind, or rain— it is always a perfect day for ice cream.

The best way to capture the northern lights is to

The best way to capture the northern lights is to increase the ISO on your camera. This increases your camera's sensitivity to light.

As we move forward during these dark and challenging times, perhaps we can look for more opportunities to increase our minds' sensitivity to the light. Look for the good in the world around you, BE the good, and find the beauty in the light.

Update: Iceland is still endlessly dark, cold, wet

Update: Iceland is still endlessly dark, cold, wet, and windy. 🙃

Hope your holidays were great!

Old phone booth repurposed as a little library in

Old phone booth repurposed as a little library in Reykjavík, Iceland

It is both serene and exhilarating. When the mono

It is both serene and exhilarating. When the monotony of life grows static, it is the magic whispers of these wise trees that reawaken me.

These fall colors are already beginning to fade aw

These fall colors are already beginning to fade away as the north winds bring in the months of frozen darkness.

The Winds By Shirah Ólafsson The winds never sto

The Winds
By Shirah Ólafsson

The winds never stop here. They blow and they blow until the walls shudder. I pull my knees to my chest as some of the air leaks through the cracks worn by time. Sometimes that wind is nothing but a breeze like beguiling silk. On those days I can actually get up and hum a tune as I go about my house, the low vibration calming my nerves and drowning out the sound.

Other days I manage to tend to some of the cracks. The winds blow harder, only to taunt me; to remind me it's there and will never leave. So I hum. Hum louder as I fortify my protective barriers.

Then there are the times when the tempests rage and all I can do is stare at my hands. I have the strength to fix the cracks, but not the materials. It knows my weaknesses; sometimes detecting them faster than I can. I mustn't rest. I must never stop rectifying the ever crumbling façade. So the walls shudder. Shudder like chaotic drum beats against the violent gusts, and I shrink against the pummeling, praying this won't be the day it sweeps me away.

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