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“My father was furious with her,” Neve said. “I remember it so well. He practically forbade us from helping her.” “Not ‘practically,’” Phelan said. “He forbade us from helping Brighíd in any way. We just decided that she was right, he … Continue reading
J.T.’s head pounded at counterpoint to his heart as he slowly came around, sprawled flat on his back in the mud next to Thom’s equally sprawled body. Rain was light on his face, but the clouds were black as … Continue reading
J.T. roared. It was too much, far too much. Marin grabbed and thrown, Thom going for her, getting grabbed, crawling like a dying man toward water… And the thing that must be Angie’s Shadow Man kept moving, moving … Continue reading
Marin hit one of the stacks of furniture just inside the boundary of the tents with a sickening crunch mingled with the sound of splintering wood. No, no, no, no. Not this, not now, I can’t. I can’t. … Continue reading
The voices scraped against the inside of his brain, like fingernails on a chalkboard, like sandpaper against stone. Rory tried to ignore them, but they made his skin prickle, tried to ruin his concentration. Ruining his concentration wasn’t … Continue reading
Breath burned in J.T.’s throat as he came after the shadow creatures with his old but never-used claymore. He knew how to use it, but he’d never had the opportunity. Not until today, and it wasn’t nearly as … Continue reading
“Next time you volunteer us to go help look for someone, make sure you ask if they’re in the ravine first,” Davon grunted as he hauled Jacqueline up over the muddy lip of the ravine. “And if they are, … Continue reading
Thom was the first up. He lurched to his feet, crutches forgotten as he started to limp toward the sound. Rory had the presence of mind to tuck himself under his arm, ignoring the forgotten crutches as the five—Angie … Continue reading
“Did Kellin get to check the wards this morning, before they went off on this wild goose chase after Leah?” Thom hadn’t quite expected the reaction he got from both J.T. and Rory, who blinked at him, staring … Continue reading