Chapter I
Zandamarc hated them. He didn't hate them, he despised them. He hated all man kind. It was their fault he was banished into this cave. This cave smelt of dead corpses and burning mold. They were afraid. They didn't understand. He wanted revenge. They were scared of his powers, that's what it was. They would be sorry. They would be sorry very soon.
Sveinsson was tired of this slow traffic. That's what you get for living in Oslo, he thought to himself. He wanted to get home very badly now. He wanted to get home, greet his daughter and his wife with great big kisses and then he would eat dinner, and maybe watch TV for a little while.
