Category Archives: Year One

Neve woke with a faint start when Jacqueline touched her forehead to check for fever.  She blinked blearily at the younger woman, then slowly sat up. “How’s Cameron?” were the first words that passed her lips. “His fever broke,” Jacqueline … Continue reading →

“I have to admit that I’m curious, though,” Thom said as they headed out into the makeshift corridor.  “About her motivations—about why she’s so gung-ho about sinking her claws into someone of your late cousin’s bloodline.” Phelan’s lips thinned in … Continue reading →

The vision came almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.   He wrapped his mount’s reins tightly around a gloved fist, frowning at the horizon as his horse pranced restlessly beneath him.  Rory spoke at his elbow, a … Continue reading →

“Thom?” He turned toward the sound of her voice and managed to smile—it didn’t take much trying.  “Morning, Mar.” “You’ve got that look,” Marin said quietly.  “Is it the fact that you’re expecting an attack inside of the next eighteen … Continue reading →

She found Neve curled in the same bed as Cameron, both of them asleep, his face bathed in sweat from a fever broken and hers pale as the pillows they shared.  Thordin glanced up from the book in his lap … Continue reading →

“I’m not going to disappear into the tunnels like some kind of terrified mouse this time,” Jacqueline said as she examined the edges of J.T.’s wound, which was finally starting to look normal after weeks of looking otherwise.  When silence … Continue reading →

Midwinter eve dawned bright and cold, though the cold sunshine quickly gave way to black clouds that swept in from the west.  A storm was coming, metaphorical and physical. “We’re not ready for this,” Thom whispered to himself as he … Continue reading →

Inside the forge was warm and close, though my nose closed up at the smell of heated metal and Matt’s makeshift quenching trough that was starting to look less and less makeshift every day.  He was covered in soot from … Continue reading →

Not at first, anyway, not until I began to see the way the light filtered through the trees, reflecting off the snow. We came out of the Morrigan’s shadow warp at the center of the bridge over the ravine, standing … Continue reading →

We stood above a battlefield in some long-ago yesterday.  The world was washed-out, dim except for a few of the figures—one here, one there—scattered throughout the armies massing on the field.  I thought I recognized some—a certain red-haired man in … Continue reading →