Category Archives: Book 1

            They broke into a run, slipping along the bank until they reached the fork in the ravine.  Drew cut right, heading for the wide expanse of meadow below what used to be the arboretum and central campus.  The sun … Continue reading →

            Everyone else’s stress had created a dull pounding in his head over the past few days, exacerbated by the atmosphere of desperation mixed with hope and despair.  Marin’s anger and frustration was like a knife cutting through all of … Continue reading →

             “What were you and Kellin talking about?”  Thom asked as Marin moved the pile of finished blankets out of the way and settled down next to him, near the fire.             She shook her head a little.  “Nothing important.  … Continue reading →

            Marin was walking toward Thom when Kellin caught her by the arm.  “We need a pow-wow,” she murmured.             Marin blinked at her.  “When?  Now?”  She glanced toward Thom.             Kellin winced.  If we have it now, he’s going … Continue reading →

            Morning had worn away into early afternoon by the time J.T. came back to camp, his sweatshirt wrapped into some kind of bundle, cradled in his big arms.  Jacqueline blinked, pausing in her supply-sorting to watch him.  Did he … Continue reading →

            Horses.             He was pitching a tent for horses.             He wasn’t working alone, of course.  No way in hell could he get one of these big blue and white monsters up without help.  But for horses?             Davon … Continue reading →

            Kellin’s nostrils flared as she stared at the ravine.  The sun was high in the sky, cloaked by clouds, struggling to burn through them.  The rain had stopped, at least, though the break in the weather probably wouldn’t last … Continue reading →

            Thom sat near the fire, watching the clouds twist in the sky outside the tent, trying not to shiver.  Shivering hurt.  The bruises were healing, but he still ached.  Their numbers had stabilized a little in the last twenty-four … Continue reading →

            She stared at me, eyes narrowing a moment before she edged closer, cradling her mug in both hands.  “You’re sure?”             I nodded a little.  “As sure as I can be.  Never saw him buried…never saw him actually slip … Continue reading →

            It was about twenty minutes or so before Kellin returned, about the same time the kettle was starting to hiss, steam escaping through the whistle-hole.  I took it off the tripod, set it on the ground near the fire.  … Continue reading →