By Tim Waggoner
SG-1 develop into enmeshed in a fierce conflict immediately out of Nordic mythology. even supposing unwilling contributors, SG-1 quickly locate themselves combating with the Vanir opposed to their historical foe - the brutal giants of Jotunheim - and feasting with them lengthy into the evening. but if sunrise arrives, the crew locate themselves in a truly assorted global. even supposing nonetheless at battle, the Vanir and Jotunheim have complicated a millennia and struggle with guns of the 18th century.
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The view gets blurry as they belly down into the pall of sweaty smog above the city. The water streams off in sheets, collects in crevices, whips off the flaps’ trailing edges. Suddenly they are banking over Manila Bay, which is marked with endless streaks of brilliant red—some kind of algal bloom. Oil tankers trail long time-delayed rainbows that flourish in their wakes. Every cove is jammed with long skinny boats with dual outriggers, looking like brightly painted water skaters. And then they are down on the runway at NAIA, Ninoy Aquino International Airport.
Valhalla (Stargate: SG-1, Book 14) by Tim Waggoner