Category Archives: Chapter 21

Twenty-one – 06

A chill washed over and through him, as if he’d just jumped into a clean, cold mountain lake. He caught the sharp scent of herbs and evergreen cuttings before the scent was gone and the chill was gone, leaving him … Continue reading

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Twenty-one – 05

There wasn’t a barrier that he could see in front of them, but he could feel it—feel it like a real, physical thing, like it was an object he could reach out and touch, run his fingers along its surface. … Continue reading

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Twenty-one – 04

They walked across a pedestrian bridge over a finger of the network of ravines they’d climbed coming over the river. Aoife looked beyond the iron rails, her stomach dropping to the floor of the chasm below. They’d climbed that? And … Continue reading

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Twenty-one – 03

“What do you suppose he means by that?” Gray murmured in her ear. Aoife shrugged, watching her brother as he kept walking. A woman who reminded her dangerously of Sif Freyrsdottir gave she and Gray a long, hard look before … Continue reading

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Twenty-one – 02

All the air left her lungs as she stood next to her brother, staring blankly at her cousin. “Seamus,” she whispered. “Déithe agus arrachtaigh, you’re alive. What are you doing here?” “You sound surprised,” he said, a wry twist to … Continue reading

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Twenty-one – 01

“Conas tá mé chaill tú,” Aoife whispered into her brother’s neck, hugging him as close and as tightly as he was hugging her. “Déithe agus arrachtaigh, conas tá mé chaill tú.” “I missed you, too,” he murmured into her hair. … Continue reading

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