Category Archives: Book 5

“All right, Matt,” Phelan said through tears of laughter. “We’ll leave it at that, then.” Matt cast a hooded look at him and nodded slightly. “That’s where we’ll leave it.” Thom arched a brow slightly at their silent accord, then … Continue reading →

“Your faith in our ability to not get into trouble is wonderful, Phelan,” Cameron said, crossing his arms. “We don’t have any intention—” “Calm down,” Thom said. “It’s not that we’d be finding any trouble—it’s trouble finding us. Same as … Continue reading →

“She says he goes with us. None of us are getting a vote.” Cameron frowned, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall next to the forge’s door. “Did she say why?” “When the Morrigan gives a warning, you don’t … Continue reading →

I stood in a clearing, the ground covered in snow, trees all around me, looking like ink against the snow and sky. I knew it was cold, but I couldn’t—didn’t—feel it, standing there in my jeans and sneakers and a … Continue reading →

I still couldn’t sleep, not after my watch, not after the conversation with Thom. He drifted off and I lay awake, staring upward, listening to him breathe in the darkness. We were lucky, he and I. Sure, we’d had our … Continue reading →

Thom was dead asleep when I slipped into our room and stayed that way as I quietly changed into something to sleep in, but woke as I eased into bed with him. “Any change?” he mumbled as he rolled over … Continue reading →

“She didn’t love him the way that you—” She held up a hand and I went quiet, staring at her. She smiled again and shook her head. “I know he cared for her and she for him. I know it’s … Continue reading →

I sat by the fire hours later, a mug of tea cradled between my palms as I kept the mid-watch, the watch between post-dinner and the graveyard shift. Thom wasn’t happy about it, but I knew I wouldn’t be able … Continue reading →

Seamus emptied the bucket he’d been using to wash his hands and refilled it. He deposited it in front of Cameron. “Wash your hands,” he said, his voice gruff. He carefully avoided eye contact and turned away as Cameron looked … Continue reading →

“Is this what we’re going to be dealing with for the rest of our lives?” Cameron asked, staring at his still-bloody hands. “Monsters coming out of nowhere with grudges against all of you—or one of us—for some real or imagined … Continue reading →