Author Archives: Erin M. Klitzke

“How is she?” Thom opened his eyes, wincing at how gritty they felt.  Must’ve fallen asleep in the chair.  It was like he’d rubbed sand in them before drifting off.  He twisted toward Matt, rubbing his eyes.  “She’ll be fine,” … Continue reading →

“Great,” Marin said, her voice laced with sarcasm and heavy with weariness.  “Just great.  It’s the same story on a different day, Phelan.  They’ll want to control us.  They’ll want to control our children.  How do we stop them?” Cariocecus … Continue reading →

Phelan grated out a curse in his native tongue, glaring at Cariocecus as the blood drained from Marin’s face.  Thom sheathed his sword without thinking and went to her, ignoring everything else.  Something inside Matt made him think that he … Continue reading →

Pain woke him when they tried to move him.  He sucked in a rasping breath, eyes blinking open to see the sky.  He couldn’t have been out for more than a few minutes, though cold was nibbling at his nose, … Continue reading →

“It’s not time yet, Uncle.”                 He opened his eyes at the sound of Ériu’s voice, at the voice of his goddaughter from centuries long past.  He took a deep breath and turned to look at her.  They stood together … Continue reading →

The energy tore at his jacket and magic-born wind blew his hair back from his face, stung his eyes. Just like at Winterkill.  He swallowed bile at the memory and bent his head against the growing magical wind, the sting … Continue reading →

The Hamrammr alpha went limp in his grip as a surge of power ripped outward from the settlement’s warding lines.  It left Thordin’s head ringing and his eyes stinging, but he redoubled his efforts. The alpha was no longer resisting.  … Continue reading →

I hit the ground so hard that it knocked the wind out of me.  I lay there for a moment, blinking mutely, lungs spasming and head ringing. Something nearby was screaming an awful, inhuman scream.  I couldn’t figure out what … Continue reading →

I notched an arrow and took aim at that leader, shouting something I can’t remember to this day at Thordin—probably identifying the leader to him, if I were to guess.  I barely had time to get my bow up into … Continue reading →

Cameron launched himself at the axe-wielding bastard even as I jerked another arrow from my quiver and let fly.  Thom cried out as the man’s axe struck a glancing blow to his shoulder, not the cleaving strike the skinwalker had … Continue reading →