Category Archives: Story

Cariocecus stood near the archway where Thom and I had gotten married.  He was studying the dormant vines that tangled around the metal thoughtfully, so intensely that I more than half wondered if he was trying to figure out what … Continue reading →

“I still can’t believe you hit him.” “He’s a lying bastard and he lied to me,” Phelan snarled as we walked across the bridge toward the arboretum.  I was sandwiched between he and Thom as we headed for the meeting … Continue reading →

Phelan walked quietly out into the anemic light of dawn, out into the silence broken only by the sound of the wind whispering through the trees and the sound of his boots on the snow.  Marin and Thom waited for … Continue reading →

“I—”  Marin stopped, her brow furrowing, then began again.  “How can you be sure you’ll never know what happened to him?  I mean, with everything that seems to keep popping out of the woodwork from Phelan’s sordid past, at least, … Continue reading →

“So you’re just going to make a deal with him?” “Yeah.  We’re going to set the terms and if he doesn’t abide by them, he’s getting Thordin’s axe between his eyes.” Neve chewed on the inside of her lower lip, … Continue reading →

“You’ll have a son,” Phelan said softly.  “You and my cousin.  But you’ll have more than just him.”  His eyes focused on something far away.  How much do I tell him?  How much do I dare?  “There’ll be a girl, … Continue reading →

“What has she already told you about the sword?” Cameron jolted, twisting, and Phelan smiled grimly.  He hadn’t meant to startle his cousin’s lover, but there was a little piece of him that delighted in having done so. “Not enough,” … Continue reading →

Thordin caught up with him three steps away from the door and fell in with him, walking shoulder-to-shoulder in silence for a few moments before Thordin said, “Fireworks this morning.” “Eh?”  Cameron blinked at him.  “Fireworks?” “Yeah, fireworks.  Things happening.  … Continue reading →

Cameron brushed his hand lightly over Neve’s hair before he stretched and rose from his seat on the edge of the bed.  Behind him, she murmured something and reached for him, more asleep than awake.  He smiled and tucked their … Continue reading →

“I’m not sure I like how zen you are about his,” Matt said as they walked.  “The bastard tried to kill all of us.” “And now we’ve got some kind of advantage,” Thom said.  “That would be why I’m zen.  … Continue reading →