Category Archives: Chapter 18

Eighteen – 04

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] Matt’s brows went up.  “For Cariocecus, you mean?  I’m open to suggestions.” “He does have a soft spot for the kids,” Phelan said, opening the shutters over one of cut-out windows, letting … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 03

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] Thordin crossed his arms, his brow furrowing.  Something about his stance and expression reminded Phelan of the sky before a storm—an irony that was not lost on him at all.  “Has anyone … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 02

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] The sound of the hammer stopped as they came closer to the door and for a second, Phelan held his breath, wondering if Matt was about to come out of the forge, … Continue reading

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Eighteen – 01

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] “Phelan!  Phelan, wait.” He paused, turning slowly to look back down the hill.  Jacqueline was still carrying her basket of healing supplies as she hurried up the path behind him, the morning … Continue reading

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