Tag Archives: Thomas Merlin Ambrose

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] “Why then?” Jacqueline asked, glancing at Hecate, her brow arching slightly. “Why when it starts to snow?” “Because some will wait that long to march, thinking our defenses will be less.” Hecate … Continue reading →

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] “Here.” Phelan brought the two mugs of coffee over, one to Marin and the other to Hecate. Marin seemed to enter some sort of state of bliss as soon as she took … Continue reading →

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] For a few seconds, J.T. just stared at her as if disbelieving, as if the words she’d just spoken didn’t make sense. Hecate reached for his hand, squeezed his fingers, and he … Continue reading →

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] J.T. sighed, still staring at the fire, the look on his face dubious, clearly not buying what Phelan was trying to sell.  “Even if that’s true—and I’m not saying that it is—I … Continue reading →