Author Archives: Erin M. Klitzke

“Did you tell Phelan any of this?” “No,” Ériu said. “No, I didn’t have a chance. He was still fencing with Leviathan.” She huddled next to me, wrapping her arms around her knees. “Do you know what he was, Marin?” … Continue reading →

“Marin.” I winced, trying to ignore the sound of Ériu’s ghostly voice. I glared into the fire, as if that would make the kettle of water I’d settled over it boil faster. I’d left everyone else to deal with that … Continue reading →

Leviathan regarded them for a long, silent moment before he nodded. “Then I presume that they pose no threat?” “Our agreement is that they’ll defend us—and this place—if needed. It’s their home, now, too.” Phelan crossed his arms. “But as … Continue reading →

Leviathan’s brows went up. “I’d heard he was long dead.” “Fate finds a way,” Phelan said by way of explanation, hoping against hope that he’d be allowed to leave it at that. Leviathan squinted at him, but mercifully let it … Continue reading →

“Marin—” Phelan sighed and put his hand on Matt’s arm. “It’s okay,” he said quietly. “Let her go. She’s in a strange spot right now and it’s best just to let her deal with it however she feels is best.” … Continue reading →

The gates opened. Leinth tore her gaze from Leviathan, twisting toward the sound and praying she wouldn’t regret turning her back on the man before her. She watched Phelan stride through the gates, flanked by Matt and Marin. Something smoldered … Continue reading →

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her approach slow, cautious. We all thought you lost or dead—not that it much matters at this point, considering Thordin. Perhaps he’s not the only one. “I could ask the same of you.” … Continue reading →

Matt frowned, then looked out toward the mists himself, startling slightly. “Oh,” he said. “You see him, then?” Matt nodded. “Yeah. I see him.” Leinth nodded. “Fetch Phelan. I’ll try to negotiate until he and your sister get here.” She … Continue reading →

Ghosts. Leinth’s lips thinned as she slowly approached Matthew Astoris from behind. She could sense what waited beyond the wall, the mist that had risen well outside the confines of Marin’s wardings. These were cold ones, frigid as the depths … Continue reading →

“How can you be so sure?” I asked, finally daring to meet Phelan’s gaze. He reached out and put his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly. “Do you want a lie, or the truth?” I laughed weakly and shook … Continue reading →