

Lik-Rifa the great and terrible dragon god is free, and after an eternity of being held prisoner her wrath knows no bounds. The dead gods have risen and in their wake vengeance is fought with tooth and claw, and the tremors of war are felt throughout the lands of Vigrið. The Hunger of the Gods is simply breathtaking, a ruthlessly brutal Norse mythological tale from a truly masterful storyteller. I knew the next instalment in the saga would be one of vengeance, of found families, of saving those you love, and I knew Gwynne would inject plenty of his signature cinematic battle-scenes, but never once did I imagine he could leave me gasping and shaking even after I closed the very last page.

At the end of the first book I was left in a state of awe, conjuring up many ways in which Orka, Elva and Varg’s stories would continue. The Bloodsworn saga continues in The Hunger of the Gods, John Gwynne’s superbly epic follow up to The Shadow of the Gods. This review will contain spoilers for The Shadow of the Gods.
