Category Archives: Book 2 and 3

            It all happened too quickly.             One second, Thom was negotiating with the band’s leader, the next he was on the ground.  I didn’t even see Phelan draw and fire the first shot, though I saw the head raider … Continue reading →

            Cameron jerked awake with a gasp, pain stabbing through his guts from one side of his body and through his belly and lower chest.  He peered up through tears and his lashes at Neve, who bent over him, pale, … Continue reading →

            A magic sword?  A bloody magic sword?             Goosebumps rose along his limbs, not born of any draft driven into their shelter by the storm, but by what she’d just said.             “A magic sword,” he repeated, mouth almost … Continue reading →

            The cold had nibbled its way through his gloves to every part of his hands, leaving them frigid and stiff by the time Cameron stumbled into the second of two lean-tos he’d built at their campsite—one for their horses … Continue reading →

            “Magairlí,” Neve spat, hands tightening around her reins as she swayed in the saddle, pain shooting up her leg.  Wind gusted cold out of the north, battering she and Cameron and making it that much harder for her to … Continue reading →

            Phelan appeared at Thom’s shoulder just as Rory reported that the incoming rabble had managed to cross the broken span over the Grand River.  Thom looked at him sidelong, jaw setting.             “Did anyone send them, Phelan?” Thom asked, … Continue reading →

            “We’re starting to do this too damn often, Thom,” Matt said as he thrust a scabbarded sword in his brother-in-law’s direction.  “How many more people and things are going to show up to potentially kill us?”             Thom’s fingers … Continue reading →

            It took another three hours to get the first tower up, but by the time they were done, it seemed sturdy and stable enough—at least for the time being.  The clouds above had thickened to a dark gray, though … Continue reading →

            Thom straightened as Marin’s fingers closed around the fabric of his sleeve.  He craned his neck toward his wife, using his free arm to wipe the sweat from his brow that had gathered despite the day’s chill.             “What … Continue reading →