Category Archives: Book 4

Phelan drew his blankets tighter and leaned back against his pillows as Jameson darted out the door. He watched the lamp’s flame flicker and swallowed against the bile that crept higher and higher in his throat. “Jac,” he whispered, though … Continue reading →

Phelan closed his eyes and took a pair of breaths, trying to calm himself slightly. Just relax. It’ll all eventually come, right? All of it will come and everything will be fine. He thought of the girl, with her eyes … Continue reading →

Phelan moaned as he woke again, eyes blinking open to stare at wooden planks lit by a lantern whose flame flickered and danced as if worried by an errant breeze. His body ached more now than it had earlier and … Continue reading →

Seamus slid his arm around her shoulders and drew her tight against his side. “Talk to me, Leinth,” he murmured into her hair. “What’s bothering you?” “How did she find us, Seamus? How in the name of everything holy and … Continue reading →

His lover perched on the wall above the gate, staring out across the snow. She glanced over toward him at the sound of his boots on the snow and offered him a faint smile. “How’s Phelan?” she asked softly, gently. … Continue reading →

“Obviously, there’s some memory loss at this point,” Seamus said quietly, glancing sidelong toward his sister, who grimaced and hugged a knee against her chest. “Obviously,” she agreed. “The real question is whether or not we can do anything about … Continue reading →

“Calm down, Phelan,” Seamus said. “You’re not dead.” “But you’re dead. If you’re here and talking to me alongside Ciar and Brighíd, who are also both dead, how the hell am I not dead?” “Shit,” the woman who’d been holding … Continue reading →

Consciousness came slowly, accompanied by a full body ache punctuated by sharper pains. Even breathing hurt a little and his senses felt like he was wrapped in cotton wool. What the bloody hell hit me? “Phelan?” The voice was familiar—it … Continue reading →

The Shakespeare Garden was silent and still as Matt and I crossed through the hedge into the patch of ground.  Snow lay in drifting piles, half burying the wreck the space had become, providing the illusion that perhaps it wasn’t … Continue reading →

“Matt, where are we going?” “He’d come out here sometimes to get some air. I’d tag along but stay out of his way. It’d be when he didn’t feel like talking. That’s why it’d be me. I’d just shut up … Continue reading →