The familiar anger tightened the muscles in his back and shoulders. It whispered in his head, urging him to strike out at anything. At anyone. He took a deep breath and relaxed the hands fisted by his sides. Glancing over a shoulder at the figure lying motionless on the bed, he frowned in surpris...
In a bad way. Ol’ fate has sure been having some fun with me lately. In a cat and pet hamster kind of way. Five months ago, when I turned thirteen and began my apprenticeship, my master Gideon told me (no, wait—make that ordered me) to keep a journal. He said it’s a good way to practice my writin...
By his ears. Lifting his head up, Finn listened to the faraway bugling of a bull elk, signaling to its harem. At least I think it’s an elk. But it might be Mac Roth snoring. Yawning, he looked around the tent in the predawn light. Lochlan’s bag, with Lochlan inside of it, formed a lumpy mound in ...
Savannah looked around the yard at the various training implements. A target was nailed to the side of the house, its red and blue circles almost worn invisible from thousands of knife throws. In one corner, a punching bag hung from a tree. “What’s that thing?” she asked, pointing at the twin pos...