Category Archives: Chapter 22

            He began the process of re-packing and loading in silence, stewing over the question as Thordin wandered off and returned with a mount of his own, one he’d apparently abandoned a short distance away so not to startle them … Continue reading →

            “A little bird,” Cameron repeated, shocked his voice was as steady as it was.  His mind reeled.  Princess of Avalon.  Is he talking about Neve?             He had to be.  Who else could it be?             The man looked … Continue reading →

            Cameron let her sleep past dawn, past the time the storm abated.  She hadn’t answered all of his questions, but he’d settled for letting her fall asleep again in his arms.             Not sure she could—or would—answer all of … Continue reading →

            “The once and future king,” Cameron echoed.  “Are we talking King Arthur, knights of the Round Table, T.H. White, Mists of Avalon craziness, or something else?”             Neve uttered a weak, broken laugh.  “Think about who you’re talking to.  … Continue reading →

            Two days passed before the storm abated and they were able to dig their way out of their shelters, to even think about riding on. Neve spent those two days curled in the protective cocoon of Cameron’s arms, limply … Continue reading →