Category Archives: Book 2 and 3

Phelan found them both standing there not too much later, shoulder to shoulder, staring out at the storm, which was worsening instead of abating.  He stepped into line with them until Thom was sandwiched between them, the leader that is … Continue reading →

Cameron stood a few feet shy of the opening in the tent’s walls, watching the wind-driven snow.  His jacket was draped over his shoulders rather than actually on, and his breath steamed in the air.  His back was warm while … Continue reading →

Teague shivered in the afternoon chill, watching the sun sink slowly beyond the horizon and boiling a set of sheets from their bed as he stood in the yard between the barn the cottage. They had a son. His first … Continue reading →

The way he seized up made her think, just for a moment, that she’d given him a heart attack or something.  Then he sucked in a breath and his arm tightened around her. “Really?”  Wonder mixed with pain and fear … Continue reading →

Neve woke with a faint start when Jacqueline touched her forehead to check for fever.  She blinked blearily at the younger woman, then slowly sat up. “How’s Cameron?” were the first words that passed her lips. “His fever broke,” Jacqueline … Continue reading →

“I have to admit that I’m curious, though,” Thom said as they headed out into the makeshift corridor.  “About her motivations—about why she’s so gung-ho about sinking her claws into someone of your late cousin’s bloodline.” Phelan’s lips thinned in … Continue reading →

The vision came almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.   He wrapped his mount’s reins tightly around a gloved fist, frowning at the horizon as his horse pranced restlessly beneath him.  Rory spoke at his elbow, a … Continue reading →

“Thom?” He turned toward the sound of her voice and managed to smile—it didn’t take much trying.  “Morning, Mar.” “You’ve got that look,” Marin said quietly.  “Is it the fact that you’re expecting an attack inside of the next eighteen … Continue reading →

She found Neve curled in the same bed as Cameron, both of them asleep, his face bathed in sweat from a fever broken and hers pale as the pillows they shared.  Thordin glanced up from the book in his lap … Continue reading →

“I’m not going to disappear into the tunnels like some kind of terrified mouse this time,” Jacqueline said as she examined the edges of J.T.’s wound, which was finally starting to look normal after weeks of looking otherwise.  When silence … Continue reading →