Welcome, I'm Lars Walker, fantasy author (Lars Rhymes With Farce, Not Cars ). Welcome to my website, where you can learn all I choose to tell you about myself and my books. I'm the author of a series of historic fantasies about Erling Skjalgsson, a great Viking lord, and some loosely connected fantasies based around Epsom, Minnesota. Get a taste for these novels on the books page.
Be sure to check out my blog at Brandywine Books! You'll get the latest news from me there.
In the near future, suicide is a constitutional right. Tom Galloway is an ordinary single father, just trying to keep his rebellious and depressed daughter from going to the Happy Endings Clinic. The last thing he needs is a ninth-century Viking time traveler dropping into his life. But Tom is about to embark on the adventure of his life. One that will change the world.
I originally wrote Death's Doors several years ago. As I did with Wolf Time , I simply sighted along the lines of current cultural trends and imagined what the world would be like a little way down the road. I deal with two cultural developments. One is assisted suicide. I’m sure some readers will say that a constitutional “right to die” would never be extended to minors, and certainly not without parental consent. My answer is, “Yeah. Remember how well that worked with abortion.”
The other is the worldwide expansion of Islam, particularly in Europe, but also in America.
Gene Veith says, "It’s suspenseful, exciting, and wildly imaginative, both in the author’s story telling and in the way it stimulates the reader’s imagination."
My latest book continues the adventures of Erling Skjalgsson in Norway just after 1000 A.D. Hailstone Mountain is an H. Rider Haggard-esque story, in which Erling is struck by a curse that could kill him slowly. In order to break the curse, he must sail north (along with Father Ailill, Lemming, and others) to confront the source of the magic face to face. Meanwhile, Lemming’s niece Freydis is kidnapped by her relatives from up in Halogaland, and it’s not a nice kind of family, so she must be rescued. And that sets off repercussions that could destroy the whole country. Erling must join forces with a bitter enemy to stave off a monstrous horror.
Get your copy through Amazon: Hailstone Mountain (The Erling Skjalgsson Saga)
"Lars Walker shows brilliance in taking us into the skulls and skins of those incredibly daring... men and women of the ancient world. [He] knows not only his Norse history, but Viking society, manners and technology as well, making the book a painless education in the ancient world's ways of living and thinking." - Hal G. P. Colebatch
I can tell you are a discerning reader. That's the reason I can recommend Troll Valley, my first e-book. It's the fairy tale your grandparents never told you. Your childhood has been shafted until you read this book set in 1900 southeastern Minnesota. It follows Chris Anderson, who is a unusual farmer's son. For one thing, he has a deformed arm. For another, he has a fairy godmother (not the Disney kind). He's also bedeviled by apparitions--red, pointed Norwegian caps which dance around him on the ground when he allows himself to get angry (for which reason he always stuffs his feelings. Sort of the perfect Norwegian).
The good people at Baen Books are selling four of my books and e-books directly. Buy them here, and consider giving them as gifts to your discerning family and friends for whatever holiday is just around the corner. Late Christmas presents are always welcome, and don't forget gifts for Valentine's Day, St. Patrick's Day, various parent days, birthdays, U.S. congressional holidays, Norwegian Constitution Day, and tomorrow--all great days for giving.
You may also buy any or all of them from through Amazon.
Q: Your Erling books concern an Irishman living in Norway. You have an Irish last name, so I assume your heritage is Irish-Norwegian. Right?
A: Wrong. One of my Norwegian great-grandfathers took the name Walker more or less at random after arriving in America (which was rather courageous of him, considering he couldn't even pronounce the letter W). I confess to being a quarter Dane though.
(Photo credit: Philip Patton)