Author Archives: Erin M. Klitzke

“I see,” Anselm said, his voice abruptly grave. “That does put a new spin on things.” He stood and raised his voice. “Korolev, come over here for a moment.” A thin, boyish man with hair so pale it was almost … Continue reading →

Anselm glanced back, a brow arching delicately as he spotted them lagging behind. He slowed his pace slightly. “Something the matter?” he asked over his shoulder. “Nothing more than usual,” Phelan said, injecting a measure of cheer into his voice … Continue reading →

Phelan’s hand closed around Marin’s arm. It was a rare thing to be sure, seeing her so oddly shaken by sudden conviction. She’d gone abruptly pale, the blood draining from her face, and she seemed unsteady on her feet. What … Continue reading →

Together, the three of us threaded our way through most of camp, out toward a small, lesser gate that we’d put together in the aftermath of the Hunt’s arrival, north of the well and near another cluster of ruined dormitories … Continue reading →

“What the hell is this?” Neve asked as we unceremoniously deposited Cariocecus near the fire. “What happened?” “If he doesn’t bleed to death, we’ll find that out,” I told her evenly. “Do you know where Jac is?” “Right here.” My … Continue reading →

“Hell,” I swore, though the words that ran through my head were much, much fouler as I reached for him. “Phelan, help me.” “Blood loss?” Phelan reached down to help me lift Cariocecus, tucking himself under one arm while I … Continue reading →

I shook my head hard, then reached across the ward lines. “Come across,” I said firmly. Cariocecus just stood there, blinking at my hand. Phelan grasped my shoulder. “Leannán—” “I know what I’m doing,” I told him, even though I … Continue reading →

Cariocecus beckoned to me from beyond the wards. I almost didn’t see him, catching sight of him only out of the corner of my eye. Casting a quick glance toward Phelan, I changed direction, heading toward our erstwhile ally, wondering … Continue reading →

“Well, sitting around isn’t going to help,” I said, gulping down my cocoa and coming to my feet. “Phelan, come with me. I’m going to go take a look at the wards.” I glanced toward Leinth. “Tell Neve what happened … Continue reading →

The last time I’d seen Phelan as pale as I saw him that moment was when Matt and J.T. had fished him out of the Grand River, half-drowned and bleeding from a half-dozen wounds—including the ones that had left the … Continue reading →