Category Archives: Chapter 3

Phelan walked quietly out into the anemic light of dawn, out into the silence broken only by the sound of the wind whispering through the trees and the sound of his boots on the snow.  Marin and Thom waited for … Continue reading →

“I—”  Marin stopped, her brow furrowing, then began again.  “How can you be sure you’ll never know what happened to him?  I mean, with everything that seems to keep popping out of the woodwork from Phelan’s sordid past, at least, … Continue reading →

“So you’re just going to make a deal with him?” “Yeah.  We’re going to set the terms and if he doesn’t abide by them, he’s getting Thordin’s axe between his eyes.” Neve chewed on the inside of her lower lip, … Continue reading →

“You’ll have a son,” Phelan said softly.  “You and my cousin.  But you’ll have more than just him.”  His eyes focused on something far away.  How much do I tell him?  How much do I dare?  “There’ll be a girl, … Continue reading →

“What has she already told you about the sword?” Cameron jolted, twisting, and Phelan smiled grimly.  He hadn’t meant to startle his cousin’s lover, but there was a little piece of him that delighted in having done so. “Not enough,” … Continue reading →