Category Archives: Chapter 30

“I have to admit that I’m curious, though,” Thom said as they headed out into the makeshift corridor.  “About her motivations—about why she’s so gung-ho about sinking her claws into someone of your late cousin’s bloodline.” Phelan’s lips thinned in … Continue reading →

The vision came almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.   He wrapped his mount’s reins tightly around a gloved fist, frowning at the horizon as his horse pranced restlessly beneath him.  Rory spoke at his elbow, a … Continue reading →

“Thom?” He turned toward the sound of her voice and managed to smile—it didn’t take much trying.  “Morning, Mar.” “You’ve got that look,” Marin said quietly.  “Is it the fact that you’re expecting an attack inside of the next eighteen … Continue reading →

She found Neve curled in the same bed as Cameron, both of them asleep, his face bathed in sweat from a fever broken and hers pale as the pillows they shared.  Thordin glanced up from the book in his lap … Continue reading →

“I’m not going to disappear into the tunnels like some kind of terrified mouse this time,” Jacqueline said as she examined the edges of J.T.’s wound, which was finally starting to look normal after weeks of looking otherwise.  When silence … Continue reading →

Midwinter eve dawned bright and cold, though the cold sunshine quickly gave way to black clouds that swept in from the west.  A storm was coming, metaphorical and physical. “We’re not ready for this,” Thom whispered to himself as he … Continue reading →