Category Archives: Book 2 and 3

                The backlash of the ward-line snapping shot shivers down Thom’s spine, though he wasn’t entirely certain he wanted to acknowledge the feeling.  It could have been just his imagination.                 That’s what he kept telling himself until he caught … Continue reading →

            I yelled, starting to go after him.  J.T. caught my arm and jerked me back.             “Stay on this side,” he shouted as the screams began; the Greys had started to throw themselves at the ward-lines again.  “You cross … Continue reading →

            “I wondered how long it would take you to get the upper hand,” Phelan said.  “What did you have to promise him?  What was left of your soul?”             She tsked.  “So high and mighty, Wandering One.  You’re no … Continue reading →

            Everything went silent before the attack came.             No birds called in the trees.  The wind didn’t blow.  We scarcely dared to breathe.  No one talked.  We just took position and waited in that aching, terrifying silence.             Something … Continue reading →

            “We’d better get everyone over here for a few minutes, then,” Thom said, then limped toward Matt, who was still working with Tala a few feet away.             Phelan nodded as he splashed a few drops of water into … Continue reading →

            We reached the fire as most of the others were gathering there.  Matt frowned at me, looking away from instructing Tala in the finer points of aiming and shooting a shotgun even as he belted on the bigger woman’s … Continue reading →

            “They stopped,” Carolyn said suddenly, taking half a step toward the very edge of the ward-lines.             My heart dropped to somewhere in the vicinity of my feet and I swallowed hard.  “Who won?”             “I’m not sure anyone … Continue reading →

            It was like listening to a bard of old, a teller of tales and guardian of history.  I wondered, briefly and not for the first time, if he’d been a druid in some long ago past life—with his power, … Continue reading →

            I went back to the ward-lines, Thom’s protests still echoing in my ears.  Carolyn came with me, leaving J.T. to organize the defenses back by the fire.  She crossed her arms tightly across her chest, staring at the ravine, … Continue reading →

            Phelan wasn’t at the forge.   He and Thom were near the cook fire instead; Thom painfully hunched over his knees with a wet rag against the back of his neck, Phelan flat on his back with a similar cloth … Continue reading →