Author Archives: Erin M. Klitzke

Phelan’s fingers tightened around her shoulder even as he reached his free hand back to catch Jacqueline’s hand. “We’re not going to let him go that easily, and he won’t give up the fight, Sif. You know him.” “He’s so … Continue reading →

“Am I interrupting?” Phelan stiffened, jerking back from Jacqueline even as his head swiveled toward the voice. Sif stood in the doorway, looking tired and drawn, her face pale in the lamplight. She was dressed in jeans and a sweater, … Continue reading →

Jacqueline stood, turning her back to Thordin and sliding her arms around her lover’s waist. “You’re worried. Why are you worried, Phelan?” He sighed and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. How could he describe the nameless, formless … Continue reading →

“Been any change?” Jacqueline looked up from the book in her lap toward Phelan, then at Thordin, who lay sleeping in the bed in front of her. She shook her head slowly. “No,” she said. “No change. Just sleeps.” “At … Continue reading →

“All right, Matt,” Phelan said through tears of laughter. “We’ll leave it at that, then.” Matt cast a hooded look at him and nodded slightly. “That’s where we’ll leave it.” Thom arched a brow slightly at their silent accord, then … Continue reading →

“Your faith in our ability to not get into trouble is wonderful, Phelan,” Cameron said, crossing his arms. “We don’t have any intention—” “Calm down,” Thom said. “It’s not that we’d be finding any trouble—it’s trouble finding us. Same as … Continue reading →

“She says he goes with us. None of us are getting a vote.” Cameron frowned, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to the forge’s door. “Did she say why?” “When the Morrigan gives a warning, you don’t … Continue reading →

I stood in a clearing, the ground covered in snow, trees all around me, looking like ink against the snow and sky. I knew it was cold, but I couldn’t—didn’t—feel it, standing there in my jeans and sneakers and a … Continue reading →

I still couldn’t sleep, not after my watch, not after the conversation with Thom. He drifted off and I lay awake, staring upward, listening to him breathe in the darkness. We were lucky, he and I. Sure, we’d had our … Continue reading →

Thom was dead asleep when I slipped into our room and stayed that way as I quietly changed into something to sleep in, but woke as I eased into bed with him. “Any change?” he mumbled as he rolled over … Continue reading →