Category Archives: Book 2 and 3

            “Something’s tracking us,” Thordin said, crouched next to a patch of bare earth where most of the snow had melted away.  He glanced back over his shoulder, back into the woods they’d crossed through, then looked up at Cameron … Continue reading →

            We’d decided that it would take ten evenly spaced wards to fully secure the wall and thus our borders.  In some ways, it was easier to set the wardings along the edge of the ravine even though those could … Continue reading →

            “You’re awful morbid today,” I said as we walked toward the walls.             Kellin lofted a brow in my direction.  “You’re the one that brought it up in the first place.  I’m just stating a fact.  We usually figure … Continue reading →

            Thom and I parted company when we got deeper into the main body of camp.  He split off to head up toward where Matt and Phelan were working at the forge while I headed toward the cookfire, confident that … Continue reading →

            “Get the tip of that damn sword up, Marin.  You’re not going to stop anything from getting past your guard if you’re holding it that low.”             I adjusted how I was holding the kendo stick only to have … Continue reading →

            He began the process of re-packing and loading in silence, stewing over the question as Thordin wandered off and returned with a mount of his own, one he’d apparently abandoned a short distance away so not to startle them … Continue reading →

            “A little bird,” Cameron repeated, shocked his voice was as steady as it was.  His mind reeled.  Princess of Avalon.  Is he talking about Neve?             He had to be.  Who else could it be?             The man looked … Continue reading →

            Cameron let her sleep past dawn, past the time the storm abated.  She hadn’t answered all of his questions, but he’d settled for letting her fall asleep again in his arms.             Not sure she could—or would—answer all of … Continue reading →

            “The once and future king,” Cameron echoed.  “Are we talking King Arthur, knights of the Round Table, T.H. White, Mists of Avalon craziness, or something else?”             Neve uttered a weak, broken laugh.  “Think about who you’re talking to.  … Continue reading →

            Two days passed before the storm abated and they were able to dig their way out of their shelters, to even think about riding on. Neve spent those two days curled in the protective cocoon of Cameron’s arms, limply … Continue reading →