Category Archives: Chapter 29

Inside the forge was warm and close, though my nose closed up at the smell of heated metal and Matt’s makeshift quenching trough that was starting to look less and less makeshift every day.  He was covered in soot from … Continue reading →

Not at first, anyway, not until I began to see the way the light filtered through the trees, reflecting off the snow. We came out of the Morrigan’s shadow warp at the center of the bridge over the ravine, standing … Continue reading →

We stood above a battlefield in some long-ago yesterday.  The world was washed-out, dim except for a few of the figures—one here, one there—scattered throughout the armies massing on the field.  I thought I recognized some—a certain red-haired man in … Continue reading →

“You’re his lady,” a voice said from behind us.  I stiffened at the sound, swallowing bile that rose abruptly in my throat.  I knew the voice. What is she doing here?  What does she want now? But there she stood, … Continue reading →

I began walking the wards every day after the day I collapsed while working them.  There was nothing else I could do and feel useful.  I couldn’t fix anything that was going wrong—except for  making sure our wards were as … Continue reading →