Monday, March 11, 2013

#NewRelease - Fargoer by Petteri Hannila

My guest today is an author from Finland. Please welcome Petteri Hannila!

Greetings, my name is Petteri Hannila, an independent author from Finland. There are not many of us who distribute to the global market and as such I feel that I and my brother Miika are doing a pioneer work in this field.

I just finished my debut novel Fargoer, which falls under historical fantasy category. It is set in mythic Viking Age Scandinavia and depicts the life of an exceptional woman within an exceptional culture. The book mixes myths and legends with historical background and poetry. Here is the introduction text:


Hear the call and join us as we travel to the far north. To a time and place that exists only in the depths of our ancient past. To the vast woodlands, their surface unbreached by any plow. These stories wander in the winds of that distant land, in the cold whispers of the ancient forests.

Vierra is a strong-minded girl of the Kainu tribe. When she, along with her cousin, heads for a journey toward her adulthood, the forces that are to direct her life are set in motion.

Can Vierra break her path painted in stone, a path leading her toward a life filled with great turmoil? Can she find her place among her tribe, or will she fulfill her destiny as the Fargoer?

Fargoer begins the series of fantasy novels that draws its power from the harsh, yet beautiful nature and folklore of Finland. Its roots are at the same time in mythology and in the ancient, unwritten history. The foundations have been laid on the wonders of the ancient world, and the fast-paced storytelling is colored by poetry, the age-old tradition of self-expression.


I am inspired by the unwritten history, grim nature and old poetry of our country. This is pretty much unexplored territory when it comes to fantasy literature, at least in English. Here is a short excerpt from the book:

She snapped awake to gentle shakes from Ulva. Even though the spring was on its way the nights were still long. The dark hours after midnight were at hand and the firewood was about to run out. In order to save the little they had left, they let the campfire burn down to embers and kept their eyes focused to the dark forest. There was movement to be seen now and then, on the edge of the fading circle of light, and you could hear the sounds of paws over the crackling of the fire. The wolves were still out there and the diminishing flames tempted them closer and closer.

“There goes the last of the firewood,” said Armas. There was fear in his voice and in his eyes that gleamed by the glowing fire. The fire brightened for a moment, throwing sparks high up to the air.

”You keep your arrows and your knife ready. We haven’t been eaten yet,” Vierra stated encouragingly and stepped nearer to the boy. ”Stay close to me.” The young boy’s fear awakened her maternal instinct. She stood by the fire that slowly waned into embers, with an arrow on her bowstring and her green eyes flashing. Frighteningly fast the campfire dimmed to a faint glow while a pale hint of light could be seen in the eastern horizon.

When the morning glimmer created a grim, dark blue moment, the wolves began their attack. They came simultaneously and from multiple directions as if the surrounding forest was shooting dark gray arrows over the deep blue field of snow. Vierra’s bow sang the vivid song of death and many of the dark gray arrows halted midflight on the snow, stopped by a smaller and even angrier arrow. The men were busy with their bows too and it wasn’t long before the wolves gave up and fled back to the shelter of the forest.

”Let’s pack our gear and leave, they’ll linger nearby anyway waiting for another chance,” said Ulva. He gathered the arrows off the bodies of the fallen wolves.

”Let’s gather these first,” Armas said and started to skin one of the animals. ”These are valuable.”

”Take the flesh too. If everyone else in your village is as hungry as you, it’ll come in need,” Vierra ventured.

”Runtamoinen will not like it, and probably not the skins either,” Armas considered.

”Don’t care about Runtamoinen,” the taciturn Raito snorted. ”We’ll just say that it came off a moose, and he happily eats it.”

”It’s not wise to annoy Runtamoinen. He is more powerful than all the other villagers combined,” said Ulva with an irritated voice.

”That is his apprentice talking. His powers have not gotten your stolen women back, or taught us how to preserve game,” answered Raito.


Fargoer can be bought from following locations: (Paperback US) (Paperback UK)

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All the best and have a nice spring everybody.



Jean Harrington said...

Afascinating, engrossing excerpt. I look forward to reading the whole book. Congratulations to the author from--to someone in Southwest Florida--writes from an exotic perspective.