Category Archives: Winter

The Shakespeare Garden was silent and still as Matt and I crossed through the hedge into the patch of ground.  Snow lay in drifting piles, half burying the wreck the space had become, providing the illusion that perhaps it wasn’t … Continue reading →

“Matt, where are we going?” “He’d come out here sometimes to get some air. I’d tag along but stay out of his way. It’d be when he didn’t feel like talking. That’s why it’d be me. I’d just shut up … Continue reading →

“Matt, wait.” “Not waiting. Walk faster, Marin.” My brother walked with his head down, hands shoved deep into his pockets. He was headed straight for the bridge and I had to jog a few steps until I caught up. He … Continue reading →

I walked right into the forge from the chill of the outdoors a few minutes later, Neve still trailing in my wake. “Jay, I need you.” He glanced up from the sword he was sharpening for my brother and looked … Continue reading →

“So let me get this straight. She said that she did what we hoped she didn’t do and now we don’t know where the missing piece—or pieces—of Phelan are. Do I have that right?” “Basically,” Neve said, her jaw tight … Continue reading →

Thesan sat sullenly in a tent that they’d leant out to the Wild Hunt, cross-legged on the cold ground with a blanket draped over her shoulders. The huntsman guarding the tent gave Seamus a slight nod and stepped away from … Continue reading →

“Wait, what?” Jacqueline stared at him for a long moment, then shook her head hard. “You know what, never mind. We’ll deal with that later. I’m not going to worry about that right now. I’ll help you talk to them, … Continue reading →

“Seamus? Seamus, are you all right?”  Neve touched his arm and he jerked, startled by her sudden presence. “Neve. Weren’t you with Phelan?” “I was,” she said, her brow creasing in concern. “We’re on our way to ask Thesan probing … Continue reading →

“Mon Capitain.” Seamus took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly before he turned to his longtime second among the Hunt, a slender Frenchman with dark hair and gray eyes. He’d grown used to the nicknames the rest of the … Continue reading →

“Jac, wait.” Neve lurched to her feet and stumbled after the healer. “You can’t go alone.” “I’ll be fine,” Jacqueline said over her shoulder. “Just stay here and keep an eye on Phelan.” “Cameron can do that. I’m coming with … Continue reading →