Category Archives: Book 4

The wind stung my eyes and cheeks as I stood at the edge of the ravine, tugging at my sleeves, my hair, the hem of my jacket.  There was a pounding somewhere behind my eyes, the combination of too little … Continue reading →

“There is absolutely nothing you can tell me,” she continued, “that would make me think you leaving us is a good idea.  You could tell me that you were going to spark some disaster of Biblical proportions and I’d still … Continue reading →

He wasn’t alone in his cot and she could feel it, even as she squared her shoulders and marched down the narrow hall toward his door.  Jacqueline took a slow, deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. Lord, … Continue reading →

They were both silent for a few long moments, J.T. working the bellows and Matt staring into the bright heat of the forge, looking like his mind was a thousand miles away.  At length, he sighed and pulled the metal … Continue reading →

“Matt, I need to talk to you.” “You can talk all you want if you’ll get on those bellows.  Can’t promise I’ll hear half of what you’re saying.”  Matt glanced toward J.T. , swiping a soot-stained sleeve across his forehead … Continue reading →

“Listen to him, Phelan,” Ériu said, her spirit drifting closer to the bed, close enough that J.T. could clearly feel the chill of her presence through the heavy sweatshirt he was wearing.  He suppressed a shiver, lips thinning slightly.  The … Continue reading →

“Jacqueline’s ready to kill you,” J.T. said to Phelan two days later as he peeled back the bandages protecting the wound in his side.  “I have no idea what you said to her, but she’s pissed.” “Of course she is,” … Continue reading →

Neve blinked rapidly, staring at her.  “Wait, what?  Why are you going to kill my cousin?” “He’s absolutely impossible,” Jacqueline snapped.  “Did you know he wants to leave?  Just like that.  Leave us.  Vanish.  We wake up one day and … Continue reading →

“They’re hiding something from us, Marin.” Marin glanced up from her book and toward Neve, who sat with one knee drawn to her chest against the wall of the shelter she still shared with Cameron—though Cameron had been sharing Thordin’s … Continue reading →

“He’s right, you know,” Thordin said after a moment’s consideration.  “We probably need to let them know that something’s possibly about to happen.  If we don’t, they’ll just be angrier than wet hornets.” “Nothing is about to happen!”  Thom protested, … Continue reading →