Category Archives: Chapter 18

Eighteen – 07

Marin was shaking when she finally came up for air and Thom wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against his chest, willing that shaking to ease and knowing that he wouldn’t let her go until it did. “We’re … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 06

She didn’t take him to see Jacqueline like he’d expected. Marin took him home. His wife lit the lamp near their bed and locked the door, turning toward him in the flickering of the kerosene lamp’s flame. “Take off your … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 05

Cameron and Seamus trailed behind them, both still on horseback, leaving Thom to bring up the rear, leading his mount and J.T.’s back home again. He cast another glance toward the patch of blood in the snow and grimaced. What … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 04

There was blood in the snow near the border of their settlement. Thom spotted it as they come up from the bridge. His stomach flipped right over and he slid from his saddle, heart in his throat. I knew it … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 03

They rode in silence up the old roadway that led to the back side of campus, past the barrow where they’d buried the dead, then up the hill toward the battered, snow-shrouded Shakespeare Garden. Seamus reined up his mount just … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 02

The shadow of home was a smudge on the horizon as they rode through fallow, snow-dotted fields, fields full of dead wheat and corn, lost to the early chill and the death of the modern world. If they weren’t so … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 01

It hurt, a gnawing, twisting pain in his back. Next to him, Cameron swayed in his saddle, looking pale, either from shock or blood loss. They’re going to kill us, Thom thought bleakly, gripping his saddle pommel with a white-knuckled … Continue reading

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