Category Archives: Autumn

            We reached the fire as most of the others were gathering there.  Matt frowned at me, looking away from instructing Tala in the finer points of aiming and shooting a shotgun even as he belted on the bigger woman’s … Continue reading →

            “They stopped,” Carolyn said suddenly, taking half a step toward the very edge of the ward-lines.             My heart dropped to somewhere in the vicinity of my feet and I swallowed hard.  “Who won?”             “I’m not sure anyone … Continue reading →

            It was like listening to a bard of old, a teller of tales and guardian of history.  I wondered, briefly and not for the first time, if he’d been a druid in some long ago past life—with his power, … Continue reading →

            I went back to the ward-lines, Thom’s protests still echoing in my ears.  Carolyn came with me, leaving J.T. to organize the defenses back by the fire.  She crossed her arms tightly across her chest, staring at the ravine, … Continue reading →

            Phelan wasn’t at the forge.   He and Thom were near the cook fire instead; Thom painfully hunched over his knees with a wet rag against the back of his neck, Phelan flat on his back with a similar cloth … Continue reading →

            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 →