Category Archives: Book 2 and 3

                He bowed his head, eyes sliding shut and fingers loosening their grip on mine.                 “Blood takes care of blood,” he whispered again.                 The pain in his voice was almost unbearable.                 He belongs to us.  We belong … Continue reading →

                Phelan sat by the fire, propped up against the storage totes that housed spare dishes and silverware, his staff across his lap and knife in hand, as if he’d been working on carving it.  His hands were still, though, … Continue reading →

                “I’m still not sure this is entirely necessary,” I muttered to Carolyn as she fussed over the darts in my bodice.                 She glared at me, pins her mouth.  Behind her, Tala ran the treadle sewing machine, its rhythmic … Continue reading →

                “Your brother?  I thought—”                 She smiled weakly.  “That it was just Teague and I?  It has been for a long time.”  One hand drifted down to cover the hand he rested on her knee.  “Seamus was older than … Continue reading →

                The road stretched out in front of them, lit by the rising sun.  Cameron watched Neve as she packed up their mess kit while he kicked some more sand and dirt over their doused campfire.  Neve glanced up at … Continue reading →

                “You need to talk him out of it, Neve.”                 She closed her eyes and counted to twenty before she straightened slowly and turned toward Teague, standing behind her in the doorway.  “I’m done taking orders from the men … Continue reading →

                All eyes were on Aoife as she sat with her back to the hearth and the anemic fire flickering there, but she wasn’t looking at any of them.  Instead, she stared into the depths of the steaming mug of … Continue reading →

                J.T. whipped around toward him, blinking rapidly.  “Wait, what?”                 “He killed the guy?  The big bad?”  Marin’s nose wrinkled.  “How does he know?”                 Thom shrugged slightly.  “He told me that it’s because the chieftain and one of … Continue reading →

                “So he doesn’t remember anything?”                 Thom shook his head miserably, knuckling his eyes.  “Just going over the edge and then being in the river, which I’m pretty sure he’d like to forget if he could.”  He hunched slightly, … Continue reading →

                “Mr. Thom, Mr. Thom, there’s snow out there!”                 Thom muttered something under his breath, rousing slowly.  He blinked blearily at Angie in the dim light of dawn.  “Huh?”                 “Little patches of snow,” Angie said, tugging at his … Continue reading →