Category Archives: Winter

“Two?” Neve’s voice shook as she stared at her brother, at the expression of wonder and bewilderment on his face. “Twins?” He nodded, his eyes distant, shining in the dim. “Two,” he breathed. “Two, deirfiúr beag, mo dheirfiúr milis.” Then … Continue reading →

“Princess of Avalon, wake up!” Neve groaned, snuggling closer to Cameron. He was snoring softly, sprawled on his back with one arm curled around her. It was warm beneath their blankets and she knew full well that it wasn’t even … Continue reading →

“What in blazes are you doing?” “You wanted to talk,” Phelan snapped. “We’re going to go talk.” His skin prickled slightly as they grew closer to the edge of the ravine and the lines of power that twisted below. Seamus … Continue reading →

“Don’t say that name,” the Wild Hunt’s leader said softly.  “Not yet.” Phelan’s mouth tasted like ashes.  He swallowed hard, nodding slightly as Seamus turned and beckoned to another of the riders, a waif-slender figure on a solid chestnut mare.  … Continue reading →

Lanterns and torches bobbed into view as they shoved the gates open wide and for the first time since getting up, Phelan felt a frisson of fear worm down his spine and into his gut.  They were facing the bloody … Continue reading →

His heart had started to match the rhythm of those drums by the time they were out in the snow and cold beneath the watchtower.  “Fear fiach, get down here.” Thom’s face appeared from above, blue eyes narrowing slightly before … Continue reading →

He felt the drums before anything else. At first, he’d thought it was a dream until he felt Jacqueline shift against his side and murmur something into his neck. Phelan opened his eyes and stifled the urge to groan. The … Continue reading →

“What the hell is she doing?” Thom blurted. J.T. swallowed bile, watching Leinth cross the snow to the gates. He stood, frozen by indecision for a few long moments before he swore under his breath and started after her. “Jay!” … Continue reading →

“Go wake them,” J.T. rumbled. “Then catch up with us. Do it quick.” “No doubt,” Rory muttered. “You want the lantern?” J.T. shook his head. “Don’t need it. They will.” “Right.” Rory clapped him on the shoulder, then turned and … Continue reading →

They moved down the shadowed hall, J.T.’s heart growing heavier with each beat, with each step.  The baying of the hounds echoed in his ears, through his thoughts, even though he could tell by the look on Rory’s face that … Continue reading →