Category Archives: Book 2 and 3

Midwinter eve dawned bright and cold, though the cold sunshine quickly gave way to black clouds that swept in from the west.  A storm was coming, metaphorical and physical. “We’re not ready for this,” Thom whispered to himself as he … Continue reading →

Inside the forge was warm and close, though my nose closed up at the smell of heated metal and Matt’s makeshift quenching trough that was starting to look less and less makeshift every day.  He was covered in soot from … Continue reading →

Not at first, anyway, not until I began to see the way the light filtered through the trees, reflecting off the snow. We came out of the Morrigan’s shadow warp at the center of the bridge over the ravine, standing … Continue reading →

We stood above a battlefield in some long-ago yesterday.  The world was washed-out, dim except for a few of the figures—one here, one there—scattered throughout the armies massing on the field.  I thought I recognized some—a certain red-haired man in … Continue reading →

“You’re his lady,” a voice said from behind us.  I stiffened at the sound, swallowing bile that rose abruptly in my throat.  I knew the voice. What is she doing here?  What does she want now? But there she stood, … Continue reading →

I began walking the wards every day after the day I collapsed while working them.  There was nothing else I could do and feel useful.  I couldn’t fix anything that was going wrong—except for  making sure our wards were as … Continue reading →

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Phelan took him by the arms and gave him a little shake.  “Tell me your wife isn’t pregnant.  For the love of powers above, below, and sideways, tell me that Marin isn’t pregnant … Continue reading →

The sun was bright and high in the sky on a cold morning by the time he’d collapsed on a blanket near the fire, oblivious to the activity around him.  Someone had taken mercy on him and covered him with … Continue reading →

            “Phelan, what the hell was all of that?”             He winced slightly, not turning as he kept on scrubbing the blood from his hands near the fire.  The sky was slowly growing light in the east and his eyelids … Continue reading →