Category Archives: Chapter 12

We found the second cookfire abandoned except for J.T., who sat next to it with both hands wrapped around a mug of something steaming, a blanket pulled tight around his shoulders.  I blinked in surprise to see him and he … Continue reading →

Neve preceded me out the door of Phelan’s room a little while later.  She didn’t speak until we were about halfway to the campfire. “How far is the lake from here?” I blinked at her, then cocked my head toward … Continue reading →

“Why didn’t you tell them?” “How could I?” he whispered.  “She’d have freaked out and gone sideways.  I don’t know what he would have done.  It didn’t matter then.  I’m not sure it matters now.” “How could it not matter … Continue reading →

“Leinth was here.” Phelan stared up at the ceiling, his breathing shallow and his face pale in the lamplight.  He swallowed hard, his gaze never wavering from the rough beams above his head, the bundles of herbs hung to dry … Continue reading →