Articles by Declan Durinson

A note left for Aelin Erevos the night of Månenøye litla systir, I'm leaving. This is no proper good-bye and I know that. You are owed more than this from me. So much more. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for a great many things and the nature of our parting is only the latest on that list. I'm sorry...

He ran as he had a thousand nights before. Through a blinding blizzard, the sound of screams, the stench of split ozone, and seared flesh followed every fleeing footstep. He tore through trees and thickets, thin shallow slashes studded his body as branches and barbed thorns raked and rent his...

A low pained growl rumbled threateningly in his throat. “Stop that.” She chastised him. He was a hulking mass of a man. A foot and a half taller than her, nearly two-hundred pounds more in weight with the body of a warrior. The thick hard muscles that lined every inch of his copper-toned skin...

“Stop playing with it.” He told her for what felt like the fiftieth time. “It itches.” She complained of the angry red patch on her left shoulder blade. Under the irritation was a fresh tattoo. Dark ink was injected into her flesh in the shape of a runic symbol only a few would understand. It...

6 years before Summerlight “Come on then. Wake up.” a voice said in the darkness waking him with a kick. “Get up. Time to go.” Declan climbed ungracefully over the man sharing his bed who let out a small groan of protest. In the doorway of the underground cell that was Declan’s home, backlit...

6 years before The Summerlight Gathering Declan Durinson sat in the ancient throne of Clan Kanaka, carved from the bone-white wood of a large tree from The Wolf’s Wood, veins of rich red sap remained visible still nearly a millennium after its creation. The hearth fires were roaring loud as...

8 year before the summerlight gathering on Bellessa He lay on the ground, his breathing ragged, his muscles beyond sore and his head feeling as if it were going to burst. He sat up and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. He tried to clear his mind, to calm his fear. He looked down at...

“DORRY!!” No sooner had they entered the hall and his brother was ambushed. Pounced on by two warriors, Dorian struggled to keep himself up right while his two assailants heaved and huffed as they tried to drag him to the floor. Declan would have helped but between the huffs, puffs, yelps of...

In a time before The Wolf Wood grew and The Gods, who were so grieved, gave up this plane, their grace gone but for that grove. Rænör, a God as great and as good as any, longed for love everlasting. The companion he craved was clever Cérmæ, beautiful and bold; he never had beheld a woman so...

She stared down at him from the high seat at the end of the hall. His father’s seat. In this massive hall built from the dark ebony wood of the Yronwood forest, the alpha’s seat stood out. It had been carved from the bone-white wood of a large tree from The Wolf’s Wood, veins of rich red sap...

He had left The Wolf’s Wood some time ago. The trek through Kanaka lands had been easy if not sparse. vast fields of pristine gold and purple petaled wildflowers stretched as far as he could see for the first hour or so before being joined by the same bright red bushes found in The Wolf Wood and...

It was only midday yet Declan walked in darkness. This part of The Wolf’s Wood was so dense that the sun was lost to the trees. The light fought to get past the curtain of wide gold leaves projecting a brilliant aureate haze that hung high overhead never reaching the forest’s floor. Slight...