Category Archives: Chapter 18

            Phelan appeared at Thom’s shoulder just as Rory reported that the incoming rabble had managed to cross the broken span over the Grand River.  Thom looked at him sidelong, jaw setting.             “Did anyone send them, Phelan?” Thom asked, … Continue reading →

            “We’re starting to do this too damn often, Thom,” Matt said as he thrust a scabbarded sword in his brother-in-law’s direction.  “How many more people and things are going to show up to potentially kill us?”             Thom’s fingers … Continue reading →

            It took another three hours to get the first tower up, but by the time they were done, it seemed sturdy and stable enough—at least for the time being.  The clouds above had thickened to a dark gray, though … Continue reading →

            Thom straightened as Marin’s fingers closed around the fabric of his sleeve.  He craned his neck toward his wife, using his free arm to wipe the sweat from his brow that had gathered despite the day’s chill.             “What … Continue reading →

            “Jameson.”             He jerked awake out of a sound sleep and then stayed very still, breathing hard but shallow, body tense.             Constance.  It was her voice again.             He hadn’t heard any of them since the Morrigan…             … Continue reading →