Category Archives: Chapter 27

“Don’t let them bother you, get you tied up in knots,” Phelan said after a moment of silence punctuated only by the sound of their boots in the snow.  “They’re just a part of your existence.” “Yeah, I accepted that … Continue reading →

“Hell,” Thom breathed, shaking his head and pressing long fingers to his temples.  “This is the last thing we need.” Their breath steamed in the air as he and Phelan trudged out toward the barrow—J.T. and Marin were still out … Continue reading →

“Monsters,” Thom echoed.  “What the hell are you talking about?” Phelan held up a hand.  “You said to the west.” Gwilym’s gaze bounced between the pair before he swallowed, nodding in answer to both questions.  “Yes, monsters, yes, in the … Continue reading →

Thom had bad feeling about all of it.  Bad feelings weren’t that uncommon anymore and they no longer came as a surprise.  Visitors, however—those tended to be surprising. His lips pressed into a thin, white line as he jogged down … Continue reading →

Thom’s head jerked up, whipping toward the door as Matt burst into the forge, breathing hard from his slippery uphill run. His eyes narrowed. “What the hell, Matt?” “Hide that thing. I need you. Where’s Marin?” Thom glanced down at … Continue reading →

Matt knew that he hadn’t liked the look in Thordin’s eye when he’d left him with Gwilym out in the field beyond the walls, but he also knew he couldn’t well have refused to do the smart thing and round … Continue reading →