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The four of us sat in the sunshine on a cleared patch of broken concrete outside of the tents a few yards from the wall. The breeze that tugged stray hair free of my braid was pleasantly warm, promising that … Continue reading →

“I still say that one of us should have gone with them.” I barely suppressed a grimace at the words I’d heard far too often over the course of the past three days. I guess letting Seamus so far out … Continue reading →

“I said what, not who,” Lara said, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “There are more than a few with old souls and bloodlines that run back to Otherlanders that aren’t friendly or kind. I had to be sure.” Her gaze flicked … Continue reading →

After a long, silent moment, the woman nodded. “I believe you,” she said, then glanced sidelong at one of her men. “Release them, bring some bread and tea. Time to demonstrate that we’re actually civilized.” She drew herself up straighter … Continue reading →

He still tried not to think about that day—the day that they all should have died, the day that Marin’s vision had come true in a way none of them had ever expected. J.T. glanced at him, brows knitting. Thom … Continue reading →

“We haven’t come to bring you any harm,” Seamus said, his voice still a rasp, his expression bleak as Thom glanced at him—that much was clear, even with his blurry vision. What was going on with the older man? “You … Continue reading →

“Bold words,” the woman’s voice said, her tone musing and unimpressed all at once. “We’ll see if we have to put them to the test.” She paused, and he could almost see her nodding to their captors in his mind’s … Continue reading →

Thom swore, throwing himself from the saddle, blinking furiously as if that would help his sudden lack of sight. Still alive. That’s something. Hands grabbed him roughly and he reacted by instinct, elbow driving back into the face of someone … Continue reading →

They rode downhill in silence, their horses at a gentle trot rather than canter or a full gallop. Dread coiled in Thom’s belly as he stared at the half-finished walls and some of the burned-out shells of buildings. There had … Continue reading →

“Well, then we’d better get on with it,” Seamus said, nudging his horse into motion. He trotted past Thom and Cameron, taking the lead on the snow-strewn broken roadway. Thom frowned, watching him for a moment, then nudged his horse … Continue reading →