Category Archives: Chapter 8

“Are you still walking on eggshells about all of that?”  Kellin asked. “Your visions and hers and all of that?  I mean, I don’t think you are, but it’s been a while since anyone’s talked about it, so I thought … Continue reading →

Kellin and J.T. sat by the fire when he came back under cover ten minutes later.  He’d lingered out by the edge of the tents long enough to watch the dark clouds starting to build in as the sun inched … Continue reading →

Thom greeted the dawn alone, standing outside their shelters with his sketchbook tucked under his arm, watching the sun rise.  Even sore, even as worn out as he was from the events of the day before, he’d found himself unable … Continue reading →

“How is she?” Thom opened his eyes, wincing at how gritty they felt.  Must’ve fallen asleep in the chair.  It was like he’d rubbed sand in them before drifting off.  He twisted toward Matt, rubbing his eyes.  “She’ll be fine,” … Continue reading →

“Great,” Marin said, her voice laced with sarcasm and heavy with weariness.  “Just great.  It’s the same story on a different day, Phelan.  They’ll want to control us.  They’ll want to control our children.  How do we stop them?” Cariocecus … Continue reading →

Phelan grated out a curse in his native tongue, glaring at Cariocecus as the blood drained from Marin’s face.  Thom sheathed his sword without thinking and went to her, ignoring everything else.  Something inside Matt made him think that he … Continue reading →