Category Archives: Book 5

The smile faded as he shucked off one of his gloves. It was time—time to stop waiting, time to face the thing that had come for him. One of his knuckles had split that morning while he’d been chopping wood. … Continue reading →

“So what exactly are we dealing with here?” Thom asked as he reined up to Thordin’s left. He seemed blithely unconcerned with how close he and his horse were to the edge of the ice, how near they could be … Continue reading →

The sound of hoofbeats behind them made Thordin curse and twist, peering out across the snow as the sun sank slowly down toward the western shores of the lake. “Bloody fragging hell, Matt. Who else was coming?” “That’d be Thom, … Continue reading →

His hands trembled around the haft of his battleaxe, jaw so tight it hurt his teeth. The ice was broken, perhaps a dozen yards out from where he stood closer to shore. All was quiet. Deceptively quiet, he thought. The … Continue reading →

Sif and Marin hadn’t gained too much ground on him and he caught up to the women quickly despite the pace Sif had set for them. Phelan squinted at the sky as he came into line with them, frowning. “Either … Continue reading →

“You’re going the wrong way for horses,” Phelan said mildly, fighting back a grin. Despite the gravity of the situation, he couldn’t stop the expression from blossoming. It was just too much like old times. “Blødning drittsekk,” Sif spat, glaring … Continue reading →

Marin dashed the last few yards down the hill toward Sif, leaving Phelan to follow at a less frantic pace. Bile rose in his throat as panic rooted itself in his breast, setting his heart out of rhythm. He tried … Continue reading →

No one stopped us to ask where we were going, as if Phelan and I walking around armed wasn’t unusual. I guess in some ways, it really wasn’t. A few minutes later, our feet hit the bridge over the ravine … Continue reading →

“Where do you think she is?” I asked as I waited outside his bunk while he gathered up his staff and his satchel of herbs. “Sif?” He shook his head. “Probably by the barrow. She’s been spending a lot of … Continue reading →

Matt was the first one to remember how to talk. “How do you know?” he asked Vasily, eyes wide and saucer-round. “There is no way that they would not fly again, with everything that has awakened,” Vasily said. “They hunted … Continue reading →