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“That didn’t sound ominous at all,” Mat said, crossing his arms and glaring back through the darkness toward the tent’s flap, toward the ravine where the others were. “Are you going to tell us more, Neve, or should I not … Continue reading →

“Déithe agus arrachtaigh,” Neve said suddenly from the other side of the fire. “Jacqueline, what happened to him?” “I don’t know,” Jacqueline murmured. “I don’t know. What the hell’s out there, Neve? What did this to him?” Neve dropped into … Continue reading →

One of the twins started crying almost as soon as Tala walked away, but it was an attention-seeking cry, not a hungry or dirty diaper or discomfort cry.  Jacqueline bit down hard on her lower lip and ignored the sound … Continue reading →

“What happened?” J.T. shook his head in answer to Jacqueline’s question, continuing on his jog back toward the fire. She turned quickly and kept pace, her eyes on Phelan’s pale face, a contorted expression frozen on the once-druid’s face. Her … Continue reading →

I literally tripped over it—the object of our search, our temporary holy grail. It was a jar a little larger than my hand made of enameled silver. It was decorated in Celtic knotwork, the irony of which I suspected Phelan … Continue reading →

Something screamed in the distance. I jerked, twisting toward the sound, heart pounding painful tattoo against my breast.  Who was it?  What was it? I swallowed bile and shuddered. Thom touched my shoulder and I leaned against his hand, abruptly … Continue reading →

“What I wouldn’t give to have Kel along right now,” I muttered under my breath as I clambered through the rubble in Leinth’s wake. “What help would she be?” Leinth asked as she peered beneath the edge of a fallen … Continue reading →

I couldn’t breathe. Going after Matt? “Why?” I asked, my voice strangled. “Why does she care?” “Gods only know,” Seamus said with a slight shudder. “Was he the Ridden Druid?” “Phelan seemed to think so,” Thordin said quietly. “Enough.” My … Continue reading →

It took every ounce of my strength and control not to put an arrow in her eye. If not for Thom’s restraining hand on my arm, I might have done it. Revenge. Revenge on who, you crazy bitch? I swallowed … Continue reading →

“Thesan,” Seamus suddenly barked. “I know you’re about, girl. Show yourself and be braver than your mother ever dared to be.” Mocking laughter rang out from all sides as the group paused, slowly backing into a cluster, backs together. Marin … Continue reading →