Category Archives: Chapter 32

Thirty-two – 08

Silver-white light flared around them as Thom, Seamus, and Phelan crossed the warding lines, shivers of power in the shape of tiny forks of white lightning playing across their skin. Phelan sucked in a breath, shaking free of both Seamus … Continue reading

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Thirty-two – 07

The first Gray reached him a second before Seamus’s blade sheared it in half. Needle-sharp claws dug into the flesh of Phelan’s shoulders as the creature spasmed and died, spraying freezing mist into the air. Seamus grabbed Phelan by the … Continue reading

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Thirty-two – 06

The heart of the bridge glowed green with the magic Phelan called down. His heart raced at three times normal speed. Breathing was hard. Too much, he thought desperately as he slammed his staff into the stomach of one of … Continue reading

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Thirty-two – 05

“Neve!” Marin caught her friend before she could go pitching face-first into the snow, holding her up as Neve twisted, looking back toward the ravine. “It’s the Grays,” she gasped, wide-eyed gaze returning to Marin, flicking toward Thom and J.T., … Continue reading

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Thirty-two – 04

The sound of the horn’s call penetrated Thordin’s very bones. He shuddered, eyes widening as he spun toward the sound, heart suddenly a-thunder. “Did you hear that?” he asked breathlessly of his companions, of Thom and Marin and J.T.—and Sif. … Continue reading

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Thirty-two – 03

The women stumbled together, slipping in the snow that shifted beneath their boots, as they scrambled quickly toward the line of protective wardings, the holly bushes and cairns that marked the edge of the settlement. An inhuman scream made both … Continue reading

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Thirty-two – 02

“What the hell are you—” “Move!” The vehemence made both Seamus and Leinth flinch. Neve, startled and mostly limp in her cousin’s arms, peered over the once-druid’s shoulder toward the end of the bridge. There was something out there, something … Continue reading

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Thirty-two – 01

Seamus just stared at them, looking forlorn and lost for a moment. “I’m sorry,” he whispered at last. “I didn’t realize. I didn’t…I couldn’t imagine.” Phelan shook his head. “You knew the mantle you’d settled on my shoulders,” he said. … Continue reading

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