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“Obviously, there’s some memory loss at this point,” Seamus said quietly, glancing sidelong toward his sister, who grimaced and hugged a knee against her chest. “Obviously,” she agreed. “The real question is whether or not we can do anything about … Continue reading →

“Calm down, Phelan,” Seamus said. “You’re not dead.” “But you’re dead. If you’re here and talking to me alongside Ciar and Brighíd, who are also both dead, how the hell am I not dead?” “Shit,” the woman who’d been holding … Continue reading →

Consciousness came slowly, accompanied by a full body ache punctuated by sharper pains. Even breathing hurt a little and his senses felt like he was wrapped in cotton wool. What the bloody hell hit me? “Phelan?” The voice was familiar—it … Continue reading →

The Shakespeare Garden was silent and still as Matt and I crossed through the hedge into the patch of ground.  Snow lay in drifting piles, half burying the wreck the space had become, providing the illusion that perhaps it wasn’t … Continue reading →

“Matt, where are we going?” “He’d come out here sometimes to get some air. I’d tag along but stay out of his way. It’d be when he didn’t feel like talking. That’s why it’d be me. I’d just shut up … Continue reading →

“Matt, wait.” “Not waiting. Walk faster, Marin.” My brother walked with his head down, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He was headed straight for the bridge and I had to jog a few steps until I caught up. He … Continue reading →

I walked right into the forge from the chill of the outdoors a few minutes later, Neve still trailing in my wake. “Jay, I need you.” He glanced up from the sword he was sharpening for my brother and looked … Continue reading →

“So let me get this straight. She said that she did what we hoped she didn’t do and now we don’t know where the missing piece—or pieces—of Phelan are. Do I have that right?” “Basically,” Neve said, her jaw tight … Continue reading →

Thesan sat sullenly in a tent that they’d leant out to the Wild Hunt, cross-legged on the cold ground with a blanket draped over her shoulders. The huntsman guarding the tent gave Seamus a slight nod and stepped away from … Continue reading →

“Wait, what?” Jacqueline stared at him for a long moment, then shook her head hard. “You know what, never mind. We’ll deal with that later. I’m not going to worry about that right now. I’ll help you talk to them, … Continue reading →