Category Archives: Chapter 16

Together, the three of us threaded our way through most of camp, out toward a small, lesser gate that we’d put together in the aftermath of the Hunt’s arrival, north of the well and near another cluster of ruined dormitories … Continue reading →

“What the hell is this?” Neve asked as we unceremoniously deposited Cariocecus near the fire. “What happened?” “If he doesn’t bleed to death, we’ll find that out,” I told her evenly. “Do you know where Jac is?” “Right here.” My … Continue reading →

“Hell,” I swore, though the words that ran through my head were much, much fouler as I reached for him. “Phelan, help me.” “Blood loss?” Phelan reached down to help me lift Cariocecus, tucking himself under one arm while I … Continue reading →

I shook my head hard, then reached across the ward lines. “Come across,” I said firmly. Cariocecus just stood there, blinking at my hand. Phelan grasped my shoulder. “Leannán—” “I know what I’m doing,” I told him, even though I … Continue reading →

Cariocecus beckoned to me from beyond the wards. I almost didn’t see him, catching sight of him only out of the corner of my eye. Casting a quick glance toward Phelan, I changed direction, heading toward our erstwhile ally, wondering … Continue reading →

“Well, sitting around isn’t going to help,” I said, gulping down my cocoa and coming to my feet. “Phelan, come with me. I’m going to go take a look at the wards.” I glanced toward Leinth. “Tell Neve what happened … Continue reading →

The last time I’d seen Phelan as pale as I saw him that moment was when Matt and J.T. had fished him out of the Grand River, half-drowned and bleeding from a half-dozen wounds—including the ones that had left the … Continue reading →

“Did you tell Phelan any of this?” “No,” Ériu said. “No, I didn’t have a chance. He was still fencing with Leviathan.” She huddled next to me, wrapping her arms around her knees. “Do you know what he was, Marin?” … Continue reading →

“Marin.” I winced, trying to ignore the sound of Ériu’s ghostly voice. I glared into the fire, as if that would make the kettle of water I’d settled over it boil faster. I’d left everyone else to deal with that … Continue reading →