Category Archives: Winter

Sif swore softly under her breath, her gaze drifting toward Thom and I.  “And you two are…?  Truly?” “So the dreams and visions indicate,” I said with a faint smile.  “Sometimes more welcome than others.  The insights help, though.”  Most … Continue reading →

“Where’s Phelan, anyway?”  I asked, scrubbing a hand across my eyes.  “I thought he was with you, Sif.” “A young lady waylaid him,” she said.  “Blonde, lovely, steel like a sword’s blade beneath everything.  I could see it in her … Continue reading →

“Bastard,” Thordin breathed, staring at the blood on his hands—Sif’s blood.  I stood behind him, throat so tight that I couldn’t breathe.  She was limp in front of him, sprawled like a discarded doll on the marshy turf, face pale … Continue reading →

“What?” I winced, momentarily wishing that Thom and I hadn’t decided to stay put.  Sif’s flat tone could only mean one of two things—that she was in shock, or that she just didn’t care. I was banking on the former … Continue reading →

Sif broke the silence, a tremor in her voice as she sat rigid by the fire, seeing nothing and no one but Thordin.  “What became of you?” “I went to live with Grayson,” he said quietly, both hands wrapped around … Continue reading →

Thordin took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, taking a deep swallow from his mug before he continued on.  “They owned a ranch and that’s where I grew up, playing in the pastures and never being afraid of anything … Continue reading →

Neve swallowed, catching her lower lip between her teeth.  “Did Phelan tell you that, Marin?” She snorted softly.  “When was there time?  He didn’t tell me.  It never came up.  I don’t think Thordin even knew he’d had a child … Continue reading →

At least it’s not as sore as it used to be.  Neve rubbed at her leg with a slight wince, leaning heavily against her crutches for a long moment before resuming her trek toward the fire.  She’d promised Tala she’d … Continue reading →

“Complicated seems like a good word for a lot of things.” Phelan shivered as Jacqueline’s lips brushed his jaw.  Complicated indeed.  Every time she was near, every time she kissed him good-night or good-morning, he had to remind himself that … Continue reading →

Limping, he brought Sif into the fold, into the heart of their encampment.  She glanced around warily, though mostly, her gaze settled on the back of his neck.  He could feel that gaze, calculating, measuring, cold against his flesh as … Continue reading →