Category Archives: Chapter 25

“Oh, Mar,” she said quietly as she wrapped her arms around me and tugged me into a tight hug.  “Don’t cry, deirfiúr.  It’s all right.  I just meant—” “I know,” I whispered with a throat so thick it was hard … Continue reading →

I slipped through the tent, wraith-quiet and trying not to draw anyone’s attention.  For once, no one waylaid me.  I emerged into the winter sunshine, clutching my journal against my chest.  The wind was still cold, but I was starting … Continue reading →

I excused myself from the company by the fire a few minutes later, saying something about checking the wards and walls now that it was light enough to do it.  Thom tried to protest, but one look silenced him.  He … Continue reading →

Sif swore softly under her breath, her gaze drifting toward Thom and I.  “And you two are…?  Truly?” “So the dreams and visions indicate,” I said with a faint smile.  “Sometimes more welcome than others.  The insights help, though.”  Most … Continue reading →

“Where’s Phelan, anyway?”  I asked, scrubbing a hand across my eyes.  “I thought he was with you, Sif.” “A young lady waylaid him,” she said.  “Blonde, lovely, steel like a sword’s blade beneath everything.  I could see it in her … Continue reading →

“Bastard,” Thordin breathed, staring at the blood on his hands—Sif’s blood.  I stood behind him, throat so tight that I couldn’t breathe.  She was limp in front of him, sprawled like a discarded doll on the marshy turf, face pale … Continue reading →

“What?” I winced, momentarily wishing that Thom and I hadn’t decided to stay put.  Sif’s flat tone could only mean one of two things—that she was in shock, or that she just didn’t care. I was banking on the former … Continue reading →