Category Archives: Chapter 27

For a second, he thought his heart might stop. The Wild Hunt. They had been in those stories that Aoife O’Credne told all those years ago when he was still a boy, on those dark and fire-lit nights and the … Continue reading →

Maybe I should’ve been worried about those clouds after all.  Bryant frowned up at the sky from the shadows of a tree.  This is not a safe place to be standing.  And yet, the tree was providing some protection from … Continue reading →