Category Archives: Chapter 19

            Cameron jerked awake with a gasp, pain stabbing through his guts from one side of his body and through his belly and lower chest.  He peered up through tears and his lashes at Neve, who bent over him, pale, … Continue reading →

            A magic sword?  A bloody magic sword?             Goosebumps rose along his limbs, not born of any draft driven into their shelter by the storm, but by what she’d just said.             “A magic sword,” he repeated, mouth almost … Continue reading →

            The cold had nibbled its way through his gloves to every part of his hands, leaving them frigid and stiff by the time Cameron stumbled into the second of two lean-tos he’d built at their campsite—one for their horses … Continue reading →

            “Magairlí,” Neve spat, hands tightening around her reins as she swayed in the saddle, pain shooting up her leg.  Wind gusted cold out of the north, battering she and Cameron and making it that much harder for her to … Continue reading →