Author Archives: Erin M. Klitzke

They poured into the bed of the creek below, onto its banks, some jumping back and forth between the two sides of the ravine where they were closest to each other.  They were in wolf form as they came at … Continue reading →

Another howl echoed off the walls of the ravine as Thom and I reached the edge and I unslung the bow I was carrying.  The sound shot shivers down my spine and bile rose in my throat.  I said nothing, … Continue reading →

Thom stopped at the fire on his way to where they’d face the enemy, mostly to assure himself that the blessings were done and that his friend would at least be well-armed to face the enemy.  Jacqueline was gathering up … Continue reading →

“Matt, take Thordin and Cameron to a position on the edge of the ravine,” Thom said.  “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” “Where are you going?” Matt asked, brow furrowing as he hefted the axe Thordin had been … Continue reading →

“How the hell are we supposed to know that whatever’s coming is actually hostile?”  Brandon was asking as Marin and Thom joined their friends by the fire.  “The last time we had howling visitors, they happened to be Drew’s naked … Continue reading →

“For pity’s sake,” Thom muttered.  “Knock it off.” Phelan jerked around to face him.  “Did you really just—” Thom held his ground.  “Absolutely.  Who else would?  We’ve got bigger issues to deal with than your guilt complex right now.  Whether … Continue reading →

“You know, the tales speak of the Seers’ offspring, too,” Cariocecus said, his tone half musing as he stared out at nothing, lost in thought.  “I suppose I should have made those connections sooner, but understand that I wasn’t actually … Continue reading →

“Right.”  I looked between Phelan and Cariocecus, my brow furrowing.  I could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on.  “Are you two done baiting each other?” “He tried to break my face,” Cariocecus said, feigning innocence.  I swore under … Continue reading →

Cariocecus stood near the archway where Thom and I had gotten married.  He was studying the dormant vines that tangled around the metal thoughtfully, so intensely that I more than half wondered if he was trying to figure out what … Continue reading →