Category Archives: Book 2 and 3

            As Aoife left the room to round up Gray, Kes, and Wat, Terézia sank back down into her chair before the desk and her small scrying mirror.  She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, staring blankly at … Continue reading →

            “Hell!”  Terézia reeled back from her scrying glass, a string of even more unpleasant words running through her head beyond the one that had already escaped her lips.  Aoife’s fingers dug into the flesh of her shoulder as Terézia … Continue reading →

            Phelan led Carolyn and J.T. out through the open gateway and across the mess of mud and broken asphalt, half-melting snow and ice crunching beneath their boots.  Greg caught up with them a few feet out of the gate, … Continue reading →

            Phelan dropped the piece of chalk in his hand, fingers suddenly nerveless, a frisson of fear arcing up and down his spine.             “Déithe agus arrachtaigh,” he growled, pushing away from the wall.  “Now what?”             “What’s the matter?”  … Continue reading →

            “Can you hear it?”  Greg asked after a few moments of silence.             Thom glanced at him, brows knitting, about to ask what the hell the former professor was talking about, when he heard it.  A faint, rhythmic, shuddering … Continue reading →

            The hairs on the back of Thom’s neck stirred uncomfortably the further from the walls they walked.  His hands tightened into fists and his teeth ground until he made a conscious effort to stop.  “Do you feel that?”             … Continue reading →

            Cameron shook his head and turned to Thordin.  “I’ve had this feeling in my gut about where I’m supposed to be.  We’ve been chasing that, for better or for worse.”             “Well, that does sound like destiny.”  The big … Continue reading →

            “What the hell is going on, Phelan?”  J.T. asked as they headed for the walls, trailing two steps behind Phelan.             “Nothing,” Phelan growled.  Left the staff on the bed.  I shouldn’t have, but how was I supposed to … Continue reading →

            He should have known that something was wrong right away when Rory sent Thom and Matt to go scout without having them consult with someone else.  Phelan frowned as he followed their resident flame caster down into the maze … Continue reading →

            “Phelan?  Can we borrow you for a few minutes?”             Three sets of eyes turned toward Rory’s voice as his head poked inside the forge, which was easily thirty degrees warmer inside than it was outside.  Phelan stepped away … Continue reading →