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Phelan could feel the unrest even before they came back into sight of the walls. A faint pounding rose behind his eyes as they rode, possibly due to whatever he’d managed to wrest free of Lake Michigan’s frigid depths or … Continue reading →

Phelan jerked awake as someone—Thom—heaved him up onto his horse’s back. He flailed for a moment, limbs feeling like jelly as he looked around blearily. “How long–?” “Only a few minutes,” Marin said from near his horse’s head. “Sif and … Continue reading →

Time seemed to stop for the briefest of moments. Phelan’s magic splashed against the lindworm’s chest, illuminating the scene in a strange, blue-white glow. Sif’s face was twisted into a fierce snarl, another of her arrows embedding itself in the … Continue reading →

The man beneath his hands was too hot already, especially for someone flat on his back on the Lake Michigan ice. Phelan jerked his cloak back from where it covered Thordin’s still body, watching his friend’s chest rise and fall … Continue reading →

A potent curse dropped from Phelan’s lips as he watched, wide-eyed, as Matt and Thom clambered up onto the lindworm’s back even as the behemoth snaked toward Sif, leaving shattered ice in its wake. “What the hell is she thinking?” … Continue reading →

Matt’s blade struck a glancing blow against the beast’s hide, but it didn’t stop coming. Thom swore and adjusted his grip. A slash wouldn’t work, but maybe stabbing would do the trick. He couldn’t think about Marin and Phelan now, … Continue reading →

Thordin’s axe bit deep into the lindworm’s neck, as the creature’s jaws closed on him. It slammed him into the ground once, twice, then flung him sideways, like a dog worrying a piece of meat, roaring in pain as it … Continue reading →

Its flesh was the color of the lake when it shimmered in the autumn sunshine, its eyes huge and ice-blue, cold like the depths of winter. It was huge, its mouth full of dagger-shaped teeth that he knew had to … Continue reading →

The smile faded as he shucked off one of his gloves. It was time—time to stop waiting, time to face the thing that had come for him. One of his knuckles had split that morning while he’d been chopping wood. … Continue reading →

“So what exactly are we dealing with here?” Thom asked as he reined up to Thordin’s left. He seemed blithely unconcerned with how close he and his horse were to the edge of the ice, how near they could be … Continue reading →