Category Archives: Chapter 02

“Your faith in them is so endearing,” Phelan said, grinning at her for a moment. “They’re grown men and they’ll be fine.” “Mmhm,” she said, sounding as wholly unconvinced as they both knew she was. She couldn’t help but grin … Continue reading →

“You’re pale,” she said as he came to the fire, shrugging slowly out of his coat and unwinding his scarf. Phelan shrugged slightly. “I reinforced the wardings on the barrow,” he said as he set his coat down on top … Continue reading →

Phelan turned away, back toward the barrow where his friends had buried their dead after the end had come. They’d hallowed the ground here months before, back when he’d first arrived on the ruined campus. A shiver crept down his … Continue reading →

He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, forcing cheer into his voice. “At least we have allies that will array themselves against her,” Phelan said, forcing a grin and nodding sidelong to Thordin. “Sif’s remained and doesn’t seem … Continue reading →

“You look better, Wanderer.” Phelan glanced up from his crouched position in the snow, toward the source of the voice. A wry smile twisted his lips as he watched the black-cloaked figure approach, carefully, gingerly, as if he were afraid … Continue reading →

Marin sighed and shook her head. “He was probably concerned with making sure the huntsmen didn’t come thundering in this direction when they heard the sound of explosives and never got over to tell anyone else—especially if he couldn’t find … Continue reading →

“Thom, Marin’s coming this way.” Thom Ambrose straightened and turned toward the gate at Matt’s warning, his brows knitting. “What’s wrong, Mar?” Too pale. He didn’t say anything about that as she marched up to him, Neve trailing a step … Continue reading →