Author Archives: Erin M. Klitzke

Marin dashed the last few yards down the hill toward Sif, leaving Phelan to follow at a less frantic pace. Bile rose in his throat as panic rooted itself in his breast, setting his heart out of rhythm. He tried … Continue reading →

No one stopped us to ask where we were going, as if Phelan and I walking around armed wasn’t unusual. I guess in some ways, it really wasn’t. A few minutes later, our feet hit the bridge over the ravine … Continue reading →

“Where do you think she is?” I asked as I waited outside his bunk while he gathered up his staff and his satchel of herbs. “Sif?” He shook his head. “Probably by the barrow. She’s been spending a lot of … Continue reading →

Matt was the first one to remember how to talk. “How do you know?” he asked Vasily, eyes wide and saucer-round. “There is no way that they would not fly again, with everything that has awakened,” Vasily said. “They hunted … Continue reading →

“It’s close, then,” Matt said quietly, crossing his arms. “And not in very deep water, either.” “We don’t know how deep that water might be now, Matt. The lake’s risen a lot.” “Not that much,” he said, his gaze drifting … Continue reading →

“I wish it was,” I said, pulling the smithy door shut behind me. “Vasily and his party saw something in the water.” “Coming up through the ice,” he said. “Broken ice, all along the shore. I don’t think the water’s … Continue reading →

Bad news or not, you’ve got a job to do. I took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. “Well, come on,” I said, turning back toward the gates. “I think I know where to find Thordin, at least. And … Continue reading →

Four riders from the Wild Hunt clattered onto the open field in front of the gates one chilly afternoon as storm clouds gathered on the horizon. I was perched on the wall when they arrived, watching the clouds roll in, … Continue reading →

Teague closed his eyes, wrapping his free arm around her and resting his chin against her hair. Her arms shifted to his waist, hugging him and their son closer to her. Kira sighed softly. “You didn’t just wake up because … Continue reading →

“You know,” Teague whispered to his son, “when I met your mum in Chicago, it was chance—maybe it was fate. I didn’t see her, she didn’t see me. We walked right into each other. Then I saw her face and … Continue reading →