Category Archives: Book 4

Phelan stared at Leinth.  What the hell is she laughing at, anyway? “Dare I ask what’s so damned funny?” he asked, not trying to hide the weariness in his voice.  He was tired.  He was tired of running, tired of … Continue reading →

They broke camp ten minutes later and rode hard, rode south, each cursing the darkness and the cold and the wind that stung faces, stung lips, and tore tears from their eyes as they pelted down the frozen roadway toward … Continue reading →

Another wolf called in the distance.  Jacqueline shivered, tugging her blanket closer.  “They’re getting nearer,” she said.  “Think the world ending’s just pushing their range further and further south because they can’t find enough food up in the UP?” “Maybe,” … Continue reading →

He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.  “You know, just once I wish that one of you could show up and not utter some kind of ominous warning like that.  Or spew threats.  It’s always one or the … Continue reading →

Ten miles further down the road, Phelan heard the wolf howl, too, and the sound shot shivers down his spine as he huddled in his cloak and blanket next to his own meager fire. “Hell,” he muttered to himself.  “You’ve … Continue reading →

“You should have tied him to the bed,” Thordin said for the eighth time that evening.  The sun had slid beyond the horizon and they clustered near a campfire for warmth; the clear night sucked what little heat was left … Continue reading →

Neve eventually let go of him and dried her eyes.  She gave him a tiny, gentle push. “Go,” she said, her voice hoarse.  “Go before I change my mind about letting you out of my sight.” Cameron swallowed against a … Continue reading →

“I should be angry with you,” Neve said, arms crossed as she leaned against her crutches, watching Cameron as he stuffed a spare set of clothes and a first aid kit into his saddlebags.   “I should want to strangle you.” … Continue reading →