The Saga of Sweyn Ironside
Battle, Blood, and Bare-Hearted Barbarians
In the darkest hour of Japan’s feudal Kamakura period, Sweyn Ironside, the immortal son of a witch and a viking, carved himself a bloody reputation as a soldier of fortune among the samurai. Doomed to walk the mortal plane of Midgard until the time of Ragnarok, this avatar of death had plenty of time to slaughter his way into legend. Upon growing bored of godhood, Shiroi Shinigami, the White Reaper, settled in for a deep slumber beneath Himeji castle.
Two centuries later, the Sengoku wars roar to a climax above his crypt. Sweyn has no choice but to rise again, resuming his eternal life of sell-sword mayhem. Plagued by endless waves of rapacious rōnin, towering yōkai monsters from ancient mythology, and his insatiable need for love, gold, and sake, The Saga of Sweyn Ironside truly begins. Collected here for the first time, transcribed from the lips of those who were there, tales of heart-pounding adventure from Japan’s most secret history. Grab your katana, strap on your chainmail, and learn the way of the...
A hunt for family, meaning, love, and lore…
“Nor will I ever get to pleasure the Vanir maidens of Fólkvangr, their tender flesh sculpted in the likeness of their mistress, mother Freyja. No… I don’t get to die until all the festivities have long been put to an end. I’ll be the first to the battle at the end of time, the day of Ragnarøkkr, but still all too late to save any of the damned gods or their kin. While my honorably dead comrades feast and celebrate till the end of eternity, I’ll always be here. Not that your land’s women and wine are not exceptional, but… I’m afraid I’ll die too late to meet those of my home ever again.”
- Sweyn Ironside, to Nabeshima Raijin
