Category Archives: Book 7

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] Phelan smiled faintly, cradling his mug in both hands. He sipped slowly, savoring the heat and ignoring the bitterness that the herbs lent to the brew. “You might be right,” he said … Continue reading →

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] “Maybe it’s because of Orcus,” Hecate said, crossing her arms. “Maybe it’s because of what he’s doing—or something that whoever he’s drawn to his side is doing.” “Maybe,” Phelan said. He blew … Continue reading →

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.]                 Hecate and Marin exchanged a look, one that Phelan struggled to ignore.  He already knew what they were thinking and it wasn’t something he wanted to address.  They were worried.  So … Continue reading →

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] The next few minutes were some of the most arduous he’d spent in recent memory. The walk to the fire recalled another walk, now nearly a year gone. He could still smell … Continue reading →

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.]                 “Well, it’s a nice dream, anyway,” Hecate murmured, then shook her head.  Her gaze drifted toward Phelan, her brow furrowing slightly as she studied him.  “You, sir, are very much not … Continue reading →