LOGINThe entire family had gathered in the dining room and was chatting amiably over a very impressive spread that had been laid out by the kitchen–two prime rib roasts, a honeyed ham, and three roast ducks were the centerpieces of the table, all of which were being enjoyed liberally by everyone.George
RowanMom ran her fingers across Selene's head, admiring her fine white hair. She looked every ounce the doting grandmother instead of a ball of uncertainty, like Maeve. Maeve was pacing back and forth near the fall wall of my bedroom, her arms folded across her chest and her head bent as she tried
Kacidra joined in the conversation. "Maeve is right, Rowan. We need to know what's happening with you and Hanna, or else we'll never be able to help."Rosalie's voice was calm and supportive as she asked, "Is it Hanna that's troubling you, son? Is she doing all right?My first instinct was to tell t
Gemma and Ernest had flown down with my parents and their son George, who was just two months older than Maeve's sons.A moment later, the library door opened and more of our family members poured in, as if they were fully aware of the thoughts I'd just had and I'd summoned them. I pushed aside my n
RowanThe castle was abuzz with its usual day-to-day activities. Servants and maids passed me in the hallway carrying baskets of laundry and trays of tea. I could hear the clattering of cookware as I left my office and walked toward the grand staircase off the foyer, seeing the door to the servants'
"Who? What happens?""There's so much more out there," Mara said dreamily. "So, so much more.""Maeve!" Troy called from down the beach.I turned to look at him, and when I turned back to Mara, she had taken off. "Wait!" I called after her, but she had already made it out of earshot, her footsteps l
"She can see Maeve in her dreams. Maeve is alive, and she's well. She's going to come home, Ethan." I left out the more concerning aspects of what Hanna had told me about her recent episodes, of course.Shouts sounded through the trees behind us, the usually sleepy village erupting into life. Ethan
"Did you see him? Soren?" I asked, kneeling in front of Hanna. She looked at me quizzically. "Who?""You said Soren when you were dreaming," I said, gripping the grass to stop myself from wringing my hands together. We hadn't seen or heard from Soren in years."I don't know. Someone was there, but
"I thought it sounded nice with Rowan," he said simply, expecting that to be a good enough answer. "Why are you all still looking at me?""It also means she who rules," I said to Gemma, turning my head to glare teasingly at Ethan."Well, that is fitting, isn't it? You know, I always wondered about h
Before us was a tunnel built into the side of the hill, carved into the stone. Damian was already inside of it, looking around, his face twisted in delirium. He looked like a child, really, seeing something incredible for the first time."We're going, we have to get Pete and get back to the ship—""







