Category Archives: Chapter 17

Phelan blinked away the sting of the magical explosion’s bright after-image, the bright ghost that obscured his vision.  Leinth’s fingers dug into his arm through the sleeve of his parka. “What was that?” “A druid’s wardings,” Phelan growled.  “A Taliesin’s … Continue reading →

Jacqueline managed a shaky laugh behind him, a sound almost lost under the sound of their horses and the rushing wind. Wolves howled behind them and ahead of them.  Cameron gripped his reins a little harder, fingers tangling in his … Continue reading →

“Get behind me, Thom,” Thordin snapped as he advanced toward the screaming, howling things left behind as the flames of Rory’s initial assault subsided. “How the hell am I–” “Dammit, just do what I said.  Your wife will murder me … Continue reading →

Their horses’ hooves ate up the frozen roadway beneath them for the next two miles before Thordin’s screamed and threw him.  As he somersaulted ass over teakettle through the air, he swore loudly, wondering in that fraction of a second … Continue reading →

Phelan stared at Leinth.  What the hell is she laughing at, anyway? “Dare I ask what’s so damned funny?” he asked, not trying to hide the weariness in his voice.  He was tired.  He was tired of running, tired of … Continue reading →

They broke camp ten minutes later and rode hard, rode south, each cursing the darkness and the cold and the wind that stung faces, stung lips, and tore tears from their eyes as they pelted down the frozen roadway toward … Continue reading →

Another wolf called in the distance.  Jacqueline shivered, tugging her blanket closer.  “They’re getting nearer,” she said.  “Think the world ending’s just pushing their range further and further south because they can’t find enough food up in the UP?” “Maybe,” … Continue reading →

He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.  “You know, just once I wish that one of you could show up and not utter some kind of ominous warning like that.  Or spew threats.  It’s always one or the … Continue reading →

Ten miles further down the road, Phelan heard the wolf howl, too, and the sound shot shivers down his spine as he huddled in his cloak and blanket next to his own meager fire. “Hell,” he muttered to himself.  “You’ve … Continue reading →

“You should have tied him to the bed,” Thordin said for the eighth time that evening.  The sun had slid beyond the horizon and they clustered near a campfire for warmth; the clear night sucked what little heat was left … Continue reading →