Tag Archives: Hecate

[This post is from Matt’s point of view.] They found a bench to sit on near the far end of the path, surrounded by trees and the old rubble from the fallen dormitories. Matt wrapped his arm around her shoulders … Continue reading →

[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] The birds were singing in the trees and Hecate squeezed her eyes shut, eyes still stinging as she slid her arms around Matt’s waist, hanging on. He took a deep breath and … Continue reading →

[This post is from Hecate’s point of view.] The path was narrow, starting to crumble away into the ravine, but there was enough room between the piles of rubble that were once dormitories and the edge of the slope for … Continue reading →

[This post is from Matt’s point of view.] Sometimes he could still hear their call when he slept. He wondered if it was the same for Seamus, though his association with the Wild Hunt had been longer—and more recent—than Ciar … Continue reading →