Wyrd's End (The Elwardain Chronicles Book 3)

A Winter Prophecy. A Battle Against Time.

In Wyrd’s End, the third instalment of Carol Browne’s acclaimed Elwardain Chronicles, the veils between past and present dissolve as Elgiva steps through a portal into snowbound 6th century Britain. Drawn by a terrifying premonition of Godwin’s death on the winter solstice, she will defy the forces of destiny and time itself to reach him—before darkness claims him forever.

But peace in the Saxon settlement is short-lived. Godwin, now lord of the village, must protect his kin from an ancient terror: the Draugs —flesh-eating monsters that have awakened from a century of slumber. As deep snow and deeper fears close in, Godwin, Elgiva, and their companions journey into the icy wilderness to confront a horror older than memory.

Magic kindles hope, bonds are forged and tested, and long-held secrets come to light. As Saxons and Britons unite against a common enemy, a final beast lurks in the shadows, waiting for its moment.

This is not just a fight for survival. It is a reckoning with fate—and a love story written in the stars.

Wyrd’s End is a spellbinding blend of historical fantasy, romance, and myth that brings the Elwardain Chronicles to a powerful, haunting close.

Start the journey today—before the solstice comes.

Excerpt from the book

“Are you ready, Mother?”

Elgiva turned slowly towards her son and smiled. “Yes, Elwin,” she said. “I’ve almost got my bearings. It wouldn’t do for us to arrive at the wrong time.” She turned her attention back to the shrine and resumed her magical exploration of the way ahead.

“Sorry, Mother. It’s just … I’m anxious for us to go, before we’re seen.”

“Don’t worry,” she said. “There’s no-one around.”

“Would Lord Bellic try to stop you, Mother?”

“He might try,” said Elgiva, “but there’s no magic he can bring against me that I can’t undo.” She turned and stepped towards her son and placed her small hand upon his arm. “But you know, Elwin, he would only try to stop us out of concern for our well-being. I’ll do my best to bring us back here before anyone has even noticed we have gone. Then Elvendom need not panic over the absence of its Elwardain, and my great-uncle will be presented with a deed accomplished and he’ll have to accept it.”

Elwin nodded and his dark eyes shone with obvious admiration for the one who was both his parent and his queen.

“It will pain him that we’ve sneaked out of Elindel like this,” Elgiva went on. “I wouldn’t want to see the hurt in his eyes, but he doesn’t understand. He’ll never understand what lies here.” She withdrew her hand and placed it over her heart.

“He believes we shouldn’t meddle with the future,” said Elwin.

“The future can take care of itself. It’s the present that concerns me now.” Elgiva pointed towards the shrine. “There, through the portal, where our present and Godwin’s coincide. I’ve seen what will happen and I refuse to let your father die needlessly. I’ve set my mind to it and no-one can stop me.”

“Well, good for you,” snickered a grumpy voice as Grimalkin sidled up to them. “I’m glad you’re fixed up and all, but as usual I appear to be doing all the hard work.”

“We did think you might be amenable for once and carry a few things for us,” said Elwin, frowning at the dun-coloured pony.

“A few things?” she snorted. “My poor old back’s hanging down to my fetlocks already. You’ll be able to string me up between two poles soon for elf sprogs to use as a swing.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” snapped Elwin. “You exaggerate beyond all reason.”

“Grimalkin, please don’t try my patience,” warned Elgiva. “You know that we need provisions for our journey. I can’t remember how many days’ travel it is once we’re through the portal. It’s thirty years since I first left Elindel as an exile and walked across country to Godwin’s settlement. It must be a four-day journey at the very least.”

“Why don’t we take some horses, Mother?”

“No, I don’t want to draw more attention than necessary to what we’re doing, nor would I wish to risk any of our animals in whatever peril lies ahead.”

“But you’d risk me!” huffed Grimalkin.

“It was your choice!” Elgiva was growing annoyed.

“Just stop whingeing, can’t you?” said Elwin angrily. “Why did you want to come, anyway?”

Grimalkin shook her large head a few times and blew wetly down her long nose. “I knew you were off on an adventure. Didn’t want to miss anything, did I?”

“Then is it too much to ask that you help us a little in return?” said Elgiva. “We can easily leave you behind, if you persist in being difficult.” She turned her dark gaze full upon Grimalkin and lifted her eyebrows in what she hoped was a look of stern but benevolent authority.