Category Archives: Chapter 03

Seamus closed his eyes, taking a deep, steadying breath, gathering all the strength of his will before he opened his eyes, turned back, met Marin’s gaze. She watched him quietly, one knee drawn up to her chest, her expression impassive. … Continue reading →

It wasn’t yet sunrise when they returned to the shelter of the main tent and the cookfire. Seamus shooed Marin away from the shelves of crockery and supplies as they came in from the cold. “I’ll make the tea,” he … Continue reading →

“What secrets do you know, Marin?” Seamus asked after what felt like forever, trailing behind her like a shadow as she tended the wards. “What have you seen that lets you know what I’ve kept my own counsel about some … Continue reading →

He still thought of her—still thought of Brighíd of the Imbolg, chieftain, warrior, the uncrowned queen of Eire, the fiery woman who’d run roughshod over her father and claimed leadership of her clan instead of her brother, the man who … Continue reading →

“It’s all right,” Marin said. “I understand, Seamus. I’d have made the same choice.” He startled, staring at her in the dim. Marin smiled and shook her head. “Like I said. I know that there are things you didn’t tell … Continue reading →

“I thought you might be out here.” Marin turned toward Seamus and he could just barely see her smile in the dim predawn light. She was wrapped in her parka, boots laced up to mid-calf as she stood in the … Continue reading →

Leinth shivered and closed her eyes. Seamus looked away, feeling sick to his stomach. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice breaking. “I know she’s—” “My sister,” Leinth finished. “But she deserves your wrath more than anyone else. She made Thesan into … Continue reading →

Leinth moved her finger and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, peering at him with a serious, penetrating gaze. “Now what’s going on with them that’s gotten you all tied in a knot?” He managed to smile. “How do … Continue reading →

“You can still sense them.” Seamus froze at his lover’s soft-spoken words, halfway through the motion of tugging his shirt on. It was early and the sun would just be peeking over the horizon beyond the walls, beyond the tents … Continue reading →