Category Archives: Story

“Well, I look forward to figuring it out, at the very least.” Lara set down her mug. “So. What did you bring to trade?” “Tools,” Thom said. “Some blankets, clothes, nails, things like that.” “Didn’t look like you were carrying … Continue reading →

Lara shook her head at them, her expression shifting to one of vague amusement. She glanced toward Celeste and motioned to the door with a slight tilt of her head. “Go on, Celeste. Get out of here and stop worrying … Continue reading →

“Something tells me I’ll enjoy the show,” Lara said, crossing her arms. “At least, I’ll hope to. So what do you call your little settlement up there?” “I don’t think we’ve exactly named it beyond calling it home,” Thom admitted. … Continue reading →

“Noble,” Lara said softly. “If seemingly misguided. So he told you we were here, hm?” “In his defense, it was a safe assumption that there would be,” Thom said, taking a quick sip from his mug. The liquid was as … Continue reading →

A girl of maybe fifteen or sixteen was the one to bring the bread and tea, a big, dark-skinned man holding the door open for her as she slipped in. They looked enough alike that Thom guessed that they might … Continue reading →

Phelan took a pair of slow, quiet breaths, trying to will his suddenly racing heart back into regular rhythm. Jacqueline’s fingers flexed around his again and his heart started to slow, settling back into something at least close to normal. … Continue reading →

A weight lifted from his heart, one he’d never noticed before but now, in its absence, he realized he’d been carrying for as long as he could remember. Phelan smiled, his bare fingers brushing against her cheek. She caught his … Continue reading →

They each kept their peace as they wandered from the heart of the settlement slowly turning to stronghold, toward the edges where Marin’s wards still sent shivers through his senses and sent electricity racing through his blood. Now, though, he … Continue reading →

Jacqueline wrapped her arms around one of his and let him lead her out of Thordin’s sickroom, down the hall tunnel and finally out into the afternoon sunshine. She took a few slow, deep breaths before she glanced at him … Continue reading →

“You should talk to her, then, Wanderer, before you lose the nerve to do it.” Sif’s voice was rough from behind them, and Phelan twisted, brows knitting. There were dark circles under the warrior-woman’s eyes, her face drawn and pale … Continue reading →