Category Archives: Chapter 12

            A shiver ran through Phelan.  “How’s that?”             “Because he could see it even when Drew and I couldn’t.  Before we could—Drew never saw it, I could hear it and feel it, see it after it got close.”  I … Continue reading →

            I shook my head.  “That’s not why we’re out here, though.  Not to talk about what I’ve seen.”             “Then why?”  He asked, turning toward me, leaning casually against the bridge’s rail.             “First, to talk to you somewhere … Continue reading →

            Phelan fell into step with me a few moments after I started walking.  I didn’t look at him and he didn’t spek until we’d wandered through the gap between the ruins of Mackinac and the tent were we were … Continue reading →

            “You called her Seer, too,” Rory said in a low voice, suddenly looking at Phelan like he was some kind of insect—or an enemy he was willing and able to dissect.             Phelan blinked at him.  “That’s what she … Continue reading →

            Rory had to practically sit on J.T. to prevent him from doing something else violent to Phelan.  I saw that out of the corner of my eye as I stared at Phelan with a mixture of shock and horror. … Continue reading →

            The left hook caught Phelan in the jaw and he went sprawling, landing with an oof against his heavy backpack, beached like a turtle stuck on its back.             “J.T.!  Holy shit, what did you do that for?”  I … Continue reading →

            Firelight lit the stranger’s face as he smiled faintly in response to the question asked.  “No, you’re not the first group of survivors I’ve run into, not by a long shot.  It was a long ride to get here.  … Continue reading →

            “Riders!  Riders incoming, southwest.”             My head came up at the sound of Jack’s shout.  He had the patrol watch that hour.  My heartbeat quickened.             Someone blew their whistle, calling everyone either to the walls or to cover.  … Continue reading →

Short update today, mostly due to the fact that it was my birthday weekend.  Sorry, guys!  Turning the big 2-9 was a little more important than…well…stuff.  I’ll make it up to you, I promise!             I stared at Rory as … Continue reading →

             “If we can figure out who was fucking up the wards in the first place, we’ll be able to stop them from doing it again,” Rory said as we headed for the next ward in the ring, this one … Continue reading →