There was a cottage, not far from the shack. Altan’s horse, that had carried her here, that had heard her screams over the last weeks,...

In the chaos, Caoinlin might have been forgotten, as she and Killeen had hoped, if not for the singular brutality of Altan. Bashing her...

The mask was chill against her bare cheek. She did not wear the coif beneath it, nor had she cut her hair, plaiting it to her scalp as...