Category Archives: Winter

Thirty-five – 01

“What happened?” J.T. shook his head in answer to Jacqueline’s question, continuing on his jog back toward the fire. She turned quickly and kept pace, her eyes on Phelan’s pale face, a contorted expression frozen on the once-druid’s face. Her … Continue reading

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Thirty-four – 05

I literally tripped over it—the object of our search, our temporary holy grail. It was a jar a little larger than my hand made of enameled silver. It was decorated in Celtic knotwork, the irony of which I suspected Phelan … Continue reading

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Thirty-four – 04

Something screamed in the distance. I jerked, twisting toward the sound, heart pounding painful tattoo against my breast.  Who was it?  What was it? I swallowed bile and shuddered. Thom touched my shoulder and I leaned against his hand, abruptly … Continue reading

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Thirty-four – 03

“What I wouldn’t give to have Kel along right now,” I muttered under my breath as I clambered through the rubble in Leinth’s wake. “What help would she be?” Leinth asked as she peered beneath the edge of a fallen … Continue reading

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Thirty-four – 02

I couldn’t breathe. Going after Matt? “Why?” I asked, my voice strangled. “Why does she care?” “Gods only know,” Seamus said with a slight shudder. “Was he the Ridden Druid?” “Phelan seemed to think so,” Thordin said quietly. “Enough.” My … Continue reading

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Thirty-four – 01

It took every ounce of my strength and control not to put an arrow in her eye. If not for Thom’s restraining hand on my arm, I might have done it. Revenge. Revenge on who, you crazy bitch? I swallowed … Continue reading

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Thirty-three – 09

“Thesan,” Seamus suddenly barked. “I know you’re about, girl. Show yourself and be braver than your mother ever dared to be.” Mocking laughter rang out from all sides as the group paused, slowly backing into a cluster, backs together. Marin … Continue reading

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Thirty-three – 08

The silence was eerie as they reached Au Sable, the shadows thick amidst the debris as the sun slowly grew brighter in the east. Thom reached for his wife’s hand as she shouldered her bow and started to pick her … Continue reading

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Thirty-three – 07

“This way,” Marin said, cutting to the left once they were twenty yards from the end of the bridge. The twisted wreck of Au Sable Hall loomed fifty yards and more ahead, half hidden in the snow and dark. The … Continue reading

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Thirty-three – 06

“How the hell did she find you?” Leinth demanded as Thom and Marin drew back within earshot. “I couldn’t even find you.” “She knew where to look,” Seamus answered, his voice even and grim. “I suppose it was only a … Continue reading

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