Category Archives: Book 4

Twenty-two – 05

J.T. and Jacqueline were both with Tala by the time I got there.  She had a death-grip on Phelan’s hand and he looked like he was feeling every ounce of her strength bearing down on that hand.  I tried to … Continue reading

Posted in Book 4, Chapter 22, Story, Winter | 1 Comment

Twenty-two – 04

The ghost gave me a long, silently implacable look.  “Right or wrong,” she said at last, her voice quiet, “in your heart of hearts, you know which are true and which are not.  So does he.” She meant Thom and … Continue reading

Posted in Chapter 22, Story, Winter | 1 Comment

Twenty-two – 03

I swore under my breath as I ran for the tent, cursing and muttering the same thing over and over again—“It’s too early, it’s too early.” The ghost at my side eventually made an annoyed sound as I neared the … Continue reading

Posted in Book 4, Chapter 22, Story, Winter | 1 Comment

Twenty-two – 02

“Marin!” I straightened ignoring the shakiness in my limbs as I turned away from the ward that I’d been working on.  People would be upset if they learned I was pushing myself too hard and Thom or Phelan or someone … Continue reading

Posted in Book 4, Chapter 22, Story, Winter | 2 Comments

Twenty-two – 01

The remainder of January—all two and a half weeks—and the first week of February passed with relative peace and quiet aside from a sudden blizzard that left us trapped in the tents or our rooms for two days before it … Continue reading

Posted in Book 4, Chapter 22, Story, Winter | 1 Comment

Twenty-one – 07

It was hours and a few dozen bruises later that the three men headed into the warmth of the forge as the winds began to pick up outside, sending snow swirling and drifting.  Their audience had grown and shrank as … Continue reading

Posted in Book 4, Chapter 21, Story, Winter | 1 Comment

Twenty-one – 06

Tala glanced between the two, then nodded, lifting her hand and dropping it quickly.  “Lay on!” J.T. came on hard and high, almost too quickly for Thom to properly react.  He ducked to the side, J.T.’s kendo stick missing him … Continue reading

Posted in Book 4, Chapter 21, Story, Winter | 1 Comment

Twenty-one – 05

Thom abandoned Thordin an hour later and headed up to the forge, his sketchbook tucked under one arm, whistling a tune that had been popular on the radio that summer.  He figured that J.T. and Matt would have worn each … Continue reading

Posted in Book 4, Chapter 21, Story, Winter | 1 Comment

Twenty-one – 04

“You know, they’re sparring up on the hill,” Thordin rumbled as he set down a pair of water buckets near the washbasin by the fire.  Thom glanced up from the sketchbook braced against his knee, one brow arched slightly. “So … Continue reading

Posted in Book 4, Chapter 21, Story, Winter | 1 Comment

Twenty-one – 03

The sound of J.T. and Matt’s sparring drew attention within the first fifteen minutes and the pair drew an audience not too long after that.  Tala was the first, wandering up after feeding everyone and cleaning up after them.  She … Continue reading

Posted in Book 4, Chapter 21, Story, Winter | 1 Comment