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Marin startled at Neve’s sudden movement. “Neve, what—” Neve held up a hand and moved to face Phelan, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t lie to me, Phelan O’Credne. I know you far too well to buy that there’s not a damned … Continue reading →

Neve met Phelan’s gaze and gave a nearly imperceptible shake of her head. Now wasn’t the time to admit to any sort of weakness, but she clearly knew what he was thinking. Phelan shivered and dropped back down onto the … Continue reading →

“I see,” Anselm said, his voice abruptly grave. “That does put a new spin on things.” He stood and raised his voice. “Korolev, come over here for a moment.” A thin, boyish man with hair so pale it was almost … Continue reading →

Anselm glanced back, a brow arching delicately as he spotted them lagging behind. He slowed his pace slightly. “Something the matter?” he asked over his shoulder. “Nothing more than usual,” Phelan said, injecting a measure of cheer into his voice … Continue reading →

Phelan’s hand closed around Marin’s arm. It was a rare thing to be sure, seeing her so oddly shaken by sudden conviction. She’d gone abruptly pale, the blood draining from her face, and she seemed unsteady on her feet. What … Continue reading →

Together, the three of us threaded our way through most of camp, out toward a small, lesser gate that we’d put together in the aftermath of the Hunt’s arrival, north of the well and near another cluster of ruined dormitories … Continue reading →

“What the hell is this?” Neve asked as we unceremoniously deposited Cariocecus near the fire. “What happened?” “If he doesn’t bleed to death, we’ll find that out,” I told her evenly. “Do you know where Jac is?” “Right here.” My … Continue reading →

“Hell,” I swore, though the words that ran through my head were much, much fouler as I reached for him. “Phelan, help me.” “Blood loss?” Phelan reached down to help me lift Cariocecus, tucking himself under one arm while I … Continue reading →