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“So the Hunt has a proposal for us?” Marin finally said, shattering the tension with those simple words. Seamus shifted from one foot to the other, nodding slowly. “They do,” he said. “It’s hard to fathom, but they’re tired. They … Continue reading →

It took fifteen minutes to round up everyone they needed for the proposal. Seamus began to show his nerves more and more as the gathering grew larger, starting to fidget and staring at the fire. Neve went to him and … Continue reading →

J.T. sighed and rolled to his feet, juggling his coffee mug to avoid spilling the hot liquid all over himself. “Well, guess I’d better go check on them, then.” Davon startled. “I didn’t mean—” “It’s okay,” J.T. muttered, taking a … Continue reading →

“Well,” J.T. said in an exceedingly dry tone as he came to the fire, “things are looking up.” “Huh?” Davon asked, looking up from the mess of parts in his lap that he’d been tinkering with—pieces of a clock, if … Continue reading →

Phelan drew his blankets tighter and leaned back against his pillows as Jameson darted out the door. He watched the lamp’s flame flicker and swallowed against the bile that crept higher and higher in his throat. “Jac,” he whispered, though … Continue reading →

Phelan closed his eyes and took a pair of breaths, trying to calm himself slightly. Just relax. It’ll all eventually come, right? All of it will come and everything will be fine. He thought of the girl, with her eyes … Continue reading →

Phelan moaned as he woke again, eyes blinking open to stare at wooden planks lit by a lantern whose flame flickered and danced as if worried by an errant breeze. His body ached more now than it had earlier and … Continue reading →

Seamus slid his arm around her shoulders and drew her tight against his side. “Talk to me, Leinth,” he murmured into her hair. “What’s bothering you?” “How did she find us, Seamus? How in the name of everything holy and … Continue reading →

His lover perched on the wall above the gate, staring out across the snow. She glanced over toward him at the sound of his boots on the snow and offered him a faint smile. “How’s Phelan?” she asked softly, gently. … Continue reading →