Category Archives: Year One

“Jay?” He waved Marin away as he plunged into the dim of the hall, following the faintest sense of silver-gray as it disappeared through a doorway further down. Phelan’s room.  Dammit.  He picked up the pace, trying not to let … Continue reading →

“Sounds like I missed a show,” J.T. mumbled as he bent close to inspect the stitches along the curve of Phelan’s neck and jaw.  Jacqueline’s handiwork was neat and even, as usual, even under duress. She’s getting better at this … Continue reading →

“Again?”  Thom finally blurted, breaking the silence. “Did he just pull that stunt again?” “If he didn’t, I’ve got no idea where they went,” Matt said from his perch.  “Because they’re gone.” The sound of a gun’s report echoed off … Continue reading →

 I notched another arrow and picked my target carefully.  There were some camazotzi that seemed to have different markings on them—painted on their chests, on their faces, their wings—and I hoped against hope that meant they were in positions of … Continue reading →

The attack on Phelan happened too fast to prevent, but that didn’t stop me from burying an arrow in the camazotzi’s back a second after Phelan’s head slammed into the ground. Dammit!  If I hadn’t been so focused on watching … Continue reading →

This time, they’d only gone a few steps before Phelan jerked his arm away from Thom.  “No.” “What do you mean no?” Phelan’s eyes narrowed.  “No, we’re not going to go discuss this in private so you can convince me … Continue reading →

“What were the terms?”  Thordin rumbled, eyeing the two men as they returned to the relative safety within the camp’s walls. Phelan was the one to close the gates and lift the bar back into place as Thom answered.  “Not … Continue reading →

“Bloody hell, Thomas, slow down, would you?”  Phelan jerked his arm from Thom’s grip a few steps shy of the gate. “If he wants this over quickly, then we’ll end it fast.  I’m not above negotiating.”  Thom hefted the cross-bar … Continue reading →

Thom strode out into the morning’s gloom, squinted up at the shafts of sun slicing through the clouds above, then shouted up to Davon, “How many?” “Just a dozen,” Davon called back.  “Looks like more are coming, though.” Not good, … Continue reading →