Category Archives: Book 4

“I hate this waiting,” Neve whispered, hugging her arms around herself as we sat together by the fire.  Thom had fallen asleep against my shoulder as we sat and waited for word on Phelan and Cameron looked set to join … Continue reading →

“Riders coming!” Neve and I froze just before the tent flap at the sound of Paul’s shout.  My breath caught as I turned.  She nudged me with her crutch. “Go,” she urged.  “I’m coming.  Don’t wait for me.” I squeezed … Continue reading →

“Four days,” Neve said, holding her jacket tight around herself as she stood with me at the edge of the ravine, lips pressed together in a pale line.  “Cameron’s been gone for four days, Marin.  I—it’s been two since—since—” “I’m … Continue reading →

Phelan grabbed Jacqueline and Cameron and spun them toward their horses.  “Go!  While she’s distracted!” Jacqueline seized his arm.  “Not without you!” “Someone’s got to distract them,” Phelan said as he shoved them away.  “Go!” Cameron opened his mouth to … Continue reading →

He saw her as he crested the last hill before Phelan’s tiny camp and knew that somehow, impossibly, the night had suddenly found a way to get ten times worse. Jacqueline was nearly to the edge of Phelan’s camp, riding … Continue reading →

He saw the burning eyes in the night a bare moment before one of the Dirae tore him from the saddle.  Jacqueline shouted at him, her horse rearing again as his began to panic.  Cameron hit the ground rolling away … Continue reading →

Phelan blinked away the sting of the magical explosion’s bright after-image, the bright ghost that obscured his vision.  Leinth’s fingers dug into his arm through the sleeve of his parka. “What was that?” “A druid’s wardings,” Phelan growled.  “A Taliesin’s … Continue reading →

Jacqueline managed a shaky laugh behind him, a sound almost lost under the sound of their horses and the rushing wind. Wolves howled behind them and ahead of them.  Cameron gripped his reins a little harder, fingers tangling in his … Continue reading →

“Get behind me, Thom,” Thordin snapped as he advanced toward the screaming, howling things left behind as the flames of Rory’s initial assault subsided. “How the hell am I–” “Dammit, just do what I said.  Your wife will murder me … Continue reading →

Their horses’ hooves ate up the frozen roadway beneath them for the next two miles before Thordin’s screamed and threw him.  As he somersaulted ass over teakettle through the air, he swore loudly, wondering in that fraction of a second … Continue reading →