Author Archives: Erin M. Klitzke

            “When you talked to her about it, you sounded like you knew what it was like on both ends of being a sibling—being the one worried about and being the one worrying,” I said quietly as Phelan and I … Continue reading →

            “Thom may not react well to you being here, you know,” I said as we walked back across the plaza toward Little Mac and the ravine.             “Mm-hmm,” Phelan said, nodding slightly.  “You already told me that.  It is … Continue reading →

            I kept staring at him uncomprehendingly.  “Are you saying that someone can just waltz in here and perform necromancy?  Not that there’s anyone around that could or would do it.”             Phelan made a sort-of gesture with his hand.  … Continue reading →

            We made our way out of the arboretum and back to the concrete pathways of the lakes plaza.  As we drew closer to the library, our shoes crunched on broken glass and I could see deep gouges scraped into … Continue reading →

            I cast a doubtful glance at the slope before I sighed and nodded.  Either my knee would take it, or it wouldn’t.  “All right,” I said quietly.  “Let me go first.  That way if I fall, I’m not going … Continue reading →

            A shiver ran through Phelan.  “How’s that?”             “Because he could see it even when Drew and I couldn’t.  Before we could—Drew never saw it, I could hear it and feel it, see it after it got close.”  I … Continue reading →

            I shook my head.  “That’s not why we’re out here, though.  Not to talk about what I’ve seen.”             “Then why?”  He asked, turning toward me, leaning casually against the bridge’s rail.             “First, to talk to you somewhere … Continue reading →

            Phelan fell into step with me a few moments after I started walking.  I didn’t look at him and he didn’t spek until we’d wandered through the gap between the ruins of Mackinac and the tent were we were … Continue reading →

            “You called her Seer, too,” Rory said in a low voice, suddenly looking at Phelan like he was some kind of insect—or an enemy he was willing and able to dissect.             Phelan blinked at him.  “That’s what she … Continue reading →

            Rory had to practically sit on J.T. to prevent him from doing something else violent to Phelan.  I saw that out of the corner of my eye as I stared at Phelan with a mixture of shock and horror. … Continue reading →