What the Beast Remembered
“…thank you.“ That was all she said. Cael looked down at her. She hadn’t moved. Her chin was tucked into the fold of the coat, both hands still gripping the hem. She wasn’t looking at the Beast. She was looking at him. He…
The Weight of Salt
“Send the water-girl in.” The whole harbor went silent. Lanterns swung on the wet stone steps. The tide had already swallowed the lowest three rows, and still it climbed, black and patient, toward the crowd. Mira stood at the edge of the…
What Tulo Remembers
“Take him.” Mira said it without turning around. The handlers stopped walking. Five men in grey coveralls, a transport trailer with its ramp already lowered, a clipboard in Jona’s hand — and a girl in a keeper’s apron who would…
THE EAGLE OR THE SEA
“Follow the eagle!” The words left Lucius Petronius before he had finished deciding to say them. The ship groaned beneath two hundred men who would not move. Ahead, the sea was a white chaos of broken water and Celtic spears. The British…
INTO THE SURGE
“Gaius — the eagle’s in the water. Move.“ Cassius’s voice cut through the noise like a blade. Every man on that deck was already moving. Over the railing. Into the cold. Into the spear-fire. Into whatever Britain had waiting for…
The Week Ahead
“You’ve been dead three weeks, Mum.” I said it out loud to an empty kitchen and the words just sat there, refusing to be funny. I’d come down to clear the cottage. Three bags of cardigans by the door. Dust sheets coming off the…
Kindling
…and pressed its huge frost-rimed forehead gently against the boy’s. Eirik felt the warmth of it. Felt the tremor go out of the enormous body. And then — impossibly — the beast made a sound back. A low, rumbling note. Wobbling. Searching. Trying to…
Three Empty Hands
The jaws opened — and stopped. Not on her hands. Beside them. The great scarred head pressed flat into Mira’s open palms, the way a starving dog leans into the first warmth it has felt in years. A low sound rolled out of the creature’s chest.…
The Beast Who Knelt
The Beast-Master did not sit down. His hand stayed at his mouth. His eyes did not leave the girl’s wrist. Governor Calliantes turned in his seat, the gold signet tapping once against the marble rail. “Verrun. Sit.” Verrun did not look…
The Last Breath of Frost
The quill stayed raised. The page stayed empty. Vihaan listened for the next breath. It did not come on the count he expected. He let his eyes lift from the notched horn to the long lowered curve of her face, and only then to her open eye, which had been…