Category Archives: Book 2 and 3

            We’d gone a dozen steps through the muck when an unfamiliar scream began to echo through the ravine—but coming from ahead of us, not behind us, where I’d expect it to come from.             I stopped dead in my … Continue reading →

            We found Rory exactly where I was afraid we might, just on the edge of the swampy meadow down in the ravines, between Little Mac and the paths down from the back end of the arboretum.  He was sitting … Continue reading →

            “You know, it would have been festival this weekend,” J.T. said quietly, staring out over the ravine, which was ablaze with the colors of autumn.  He was carrying his claymore slung by a strap across his back, hands shoved … Continue reading →

            Fevers brought the strangest dreams, Cameron reflected as he took a few uneven breaths, shaking off the lingering vestiges of one such dream.             His wounds still burned, still felt like they were open and weeping.  The blankets over … Continue reading →

            Neve took a deep swallow from her mug, letting the hot tea burn a path down her throat, warming her chest on its way down to her belly.  She gave a little shiver and stared at the trees where … Continue reading →

            Kes squeezed his knee and stood up.  “If Elton said she’d be okay, Gray, she will be.”             Gray grunted slightly and his head dipped toward his chest.  A moment later, a soft snore escaped him.  Kes smiled faintly … Continue reading →

            She marched resolutely across the grass and swatted her brother in the back of the head, ignoring the serious conversation he’d been having with Teague and Seamus.  Phelan yelped, putting a hand to the back of his head as … Continue reading →

            Phelan shrugged slightly, going back to his carving.  “In any case, there’s just…things…that’s all.”             “Things,” Thom muttered, then scrubbed both hands over his face.  Do I want to know what these things are?  Do I want to have … Continue reading →

            “You know,” Matt said as he plunged the shovel into the clay-laden dirt, “this would be a lot easier and a lot faster if you two could actually help with this part instead of just watching.”             “Jacqueline said … Continue reading →

            Thom was still digging around in the storage area for a jar of peanut butter when J.T. caught up with him.  He hung back for a moment, watching with a faintly amused expression as his friend lumbered around in … Continue reading →