Category Archives: Year One

            “Get the tip of that damn sword up, Marin.  You’re not going to stop anything from getting past your guard if you’re holding it that low.”             I adjusted how I was holding the kendo stick only to have … Continue reading →

            He began the process of re-packing and loading in silence, stewing over the question as Thordin wandered off and returned with a mount of his own, one he’d apparently abandoned a short distance away so not to startle them … Continue reading →

            “A little bird,” Cameron repeated, shocked his voice was as steady as it was.  His mind reeled.  Princess of Avalon.  Is he talking about Neve?             He had to be.  Who else could it be?             The man looked … Continue reading →

            Cameron let her sleep past dawn, past the time the storm abated.  She hadn’t answered all of his questions, but he’d settled for letting her fall asleep again in his arms.             Not sure she could—or would—answer all of … Continue reading →

            “The once and future king,” Cameron echoed.  “Are we talking King Arthur, knights of the Round Table, T.H. White, Mists of Avalon craziness, or something else?”             Neve uttered a weak, broken laugh.  “Think about who you’re talking to.  … Continue reading →

            Two days passed before the storm abated and they were able to dig their way out of their shelters, to even think about riding on. Neve spent those two days curled in the protective cocoon of Cameron’s arms, limply … Continue reading →

            Marin saw it first, the figure silhouetted against the darkness and the wind and blowing snow.  Thom knew because she tensed next to him, her head jerking to one side as she struggled to get a better look at … Continue reading →

            Marin kissed him gently, then picked up the coat that had slipped off his shoulders.  “Here.  Put this on—the one side at least.  This is all going to be a moot point if you freeze to death tonight.”             … Continue reading →

            He couldn’t see any light, but something drew him onward—a feeling, a voice, something that set his heart to racing and his body shaking.  Shuddery breaths rushed in and out of his lungs, muscles burning like he’d run for … Continue reading →

            “You.  You’re terrified?”  The thought calmed him and unsettled his stomach at the same time.  Phelan’s not afraid to be fucking terrified.  The rest of us are scared more than enough for three times our number.  He’s the only … Continue reading →