Category Archives: Chapter 09

Phelan’s fingers tightened around her shoulder even as he reached his free hand back to catch Jacqueline’s hand. “We’re not going to let him go that easily, and he won’t give up the fight, Sif. You know him.” “He’s so … Continue reading →

“Am I interrupting?” Phelan stiffened, jerking back from Jacqueline even as his head swiveled toward the voice. Sif stood in the doorway, looking tired and drawn, her face pale in the lamplight. She was dressed in jeans and a sweater, … Continue reading →

Jacqueline stood, turning her back to Thordin and sliding her arms around her lover’s waist. “You’re worried. Why are you worried, Phelan?” He sighed and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. How could he describe the nameless, formless … Continue reading →

“Been any change?” Jacqueline looked up from the book in her lap toward Phelan, then at Thordin, who lay sleeping in the bed in front of her. She shook her head slowly. “No,” she said. “No change. Just sleeps.” “At … Continue reading →

“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 →