Category Archives: Book 1

            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 →

            The damp chill had started to settle into J.T.’s bones by the time Thom joined him out near the well.  He stood very still, watching the faces in the mist.  There were just so many of them, more than … Continue reading →

            “Jay sent me back,” Carolyn said a few moments later as she approached the fire, arms full of wood from the pile at the other end of the tent.  Thom looked away from the flames and toward the slender … Continue reading →

            The skin on the back of his neck prickled and Thom shuddered, lifting his head and looking around slowly.  The mist that had burned off earlier that morning was back again, but he didn’t think that’s what was giving … Continue reading →

            Carolyn’s head came up as they sat near the well, watching for Leah’s return.  She canted her head to one side, nose wrinkling.  “Did you hear that?”             “Hear what?”  J.T. mumbled, looking up from the surface of the … Continue reading →

            “Damn her,” Rory mumbled under his breath as he tramped down into the fringes of the ravine down one of the paths sheltered by the rubble of some of the dormitories.  What the hell is she panicking about?  So … Continue reading →

            Thom folded the letter back up again, into thirds and then in half once, in half again, and tucked it back into his pocket.  It was becoming a familiar ritual; he’d read his cousin’s letter seven times over the … Continue reading →