Tag Archives: Phelan O’Credne

[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] Breath burned in her chest and throat as she flung herself through the rain toward the wall, casting glances up toward the sky, tracking what she’d seen.  Bile slicked the back of … Continue reading →

[This post is from Matt’s point of view.] The rumble came quietly at first, a faint sound, lost beneath the thunder and the lightning and the screams. Matt felt it before he heard it, felt it because it was his … Continue reading →

[This post is from Matt’s point of view.] He stared at her for a few seconds, struggling to process what she’d just said. How had she known? Even he wasn’t sure what he was doing. Matt swallowed hard, laying his … Continue reading →

[This post is from Matt’s point of view.] Bowstrings sang, punctuated by the reports of rifles, the latter sound echoing as the former faded into the storm. They sailed over the field, the dark shafts lost against the stormclouds, fletchings … Continue reading →

[This post is from Matt’s point of view.] “I think we can both agree that he doesn’t get to have what he wants,” Phelan said, squeezing again. Matt’s lips thinned further. “No,” Matt agreed. “There’s no way.” He sucked in … Continue reading →