“Stay back!” she cried. “I come. Choose your mark, Blue Eyes, and drive the blade deep. You have one strike.” When he was within arm’s reach of her, she made a lunge, arcing the knife at his chest. Hunter deflected… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“Pray your words, old man.” The priest licked his lips and glanced fearfully at the crowd of savages around them. Perhaps it was the stark contrast of black robes against pallid flesh, but Loretta thought he was losing color at… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
