A six-book series
The Keepers
What the Stones Remember
Hal Bergstrom has spent fifteen years in the same hotel bars with the same brilliant, broken, brotherly friends. He thought they were colleagues. He was wrong. They were the last of a Viking-era village whose binding has finally failed — and the thing it held is hungry.
Book One
What the Stones Remember
The first frost came early to Eikvik that year.
Halvard was sixteen winters old the night the seer set a circle of rune-stones in the wet sand of the strand and took his name from him. He would not remember the village. He would not remember his father standing at the edge of the working with the warmth gone out of him already, axe raised toward the trees. He would not remember the girl who held his hand inside the rising light and whispered, very quietly, in his ear:
Find me.
Twelve hundred years later, Hal Bergstrom — forty-three, widowed, a principal cloud architect from Austin — wakes in a San Francisco hotel room with a hotel alarm clock beeping in the dark and the certainty that he has just been someone he is not.
His friends are starting to dream things they should not be able to dream. A man at a conference bar has a face no one can quite remember. A cryptographer in Zurich whose silver pendant has waited her whole life to mean something is finally finding the words for what she has always almost known.
The binding their fathers died to make is failing.
The thing beneath it has not forgotten them.
And somewhere in the rain over the Outer Hebrides, the stones at Callanish are remembering everyone they have ever held.
“What we choose to carry, carries us.”
For readers of Stephen R. Lawhead · Erin Morgenstern · Susanna Clarke
The Series
- Book One What the Stones Remember Writing now
- Book Two The Mountain That Should Not Wake Outlined
- Book Three The Old Roads Outlined
- Book Four Below the Foundry Planned
- Book Five The Stone Throat of the Andes Planned
- Book Six The Last Council Planned
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The first frost came early to Eikvik that year. And, far away in the future, a hotel alarm clock was beeping in the dark.
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