Author Archives: Erin M. Klitzke

“It’s all right,” Marin said. “I understand, Seamus. I’d have made the same choice.” He startled, staring at her in the dim. Marin smiled and shook her head. “Like I said. I know that there are things you didn’t tell … Continue reading →

“I thought you might be out here.” Marin turned toward Seamus and he could just barely see her smile in the dim predawn light. She was wrapped in her parka, boots laced up to mid-calf as she stood in the … Continue reading →

Leinth shivered and closed her eyes. Seamus looked away, feeling sick to his stomach. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice breaking. “I know she’s—” “My sister,” Leinth finished. “But she deserves your wrath more than anyone else. She made Thesan into … Continue reading →

Leinth moved her finger and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, peering at him with a serious, penetrating gaze. “Now what’s going on with them that’s gotten you all tied in a knot?” He managed to smile. “How do … Continue reading →

“You can still sense them.” Seamus froze at his lover’s soft-spoken words, halfway through the motion of tugging his shirt on. It was early and the sun would just be peeking over the horizon beyond the walls, beyond the tents … Continue reading →

“Your faith in them is so endearing,” Phelan said, grinning at her for a moment. “They’re grown men and they’ll be fine.” “Mmhm,” she said, sounding as wholly unconvinced as they both knew she was. She couldn’t help but grin … Continue reading →

“You’re pale,” she said as he came to the fire, shrugging slowly out of his coat and unwinding his scarf. Phelan shrugged slightly. “I reinforced the wardings on the barrow,” he said as he set his coat down on top … Continue reading →

Phelan turned away, back toward the barrow where his friends had buried their dead after the end had come. They’d hallowed the ground here months before, back when he’d first arrived on the ruined campus. A shiver crept down his … Continue reading →

He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, forcing cheer into his voice. “At least we have allies that will array themselves against her,” Phelan said, forcing a grin and nodding sidelong to Thordin. “Sif’s remained and doesn’t seem … Continue reading →

“You look better, Wanderer.” Phelan glanced up from his crouched position in the snow, toward the source of the voice. A wry smile twisted his lips as he watched the black-cloaked figure approach, carefully, gingerly, as if he were afraid … Continue reading →