In the Pass of Ghosts

By K.L. Noone

Ghosts are real. And now they’re Aric’s problem.

Even legendary swordsmen need time off, and Aric and his half-fairy partner Emrys are traveling south to visit Aric’s brother. But, on a stormy night at a roadside inn, an old friend stumbles in nearly frozen, swearing that the mountain pass is haunted ... and deadly.

With travelers and friends in danger, Aric and Em will try to solve the mystery of the murderous hauntings, but that won’t be simple. Swords aren’t much use against specters. Any use of Em’s magic will draw attention from a powerful fairy king. And this quest is making Aric think about his past, his future, and settling down in one spot with Em, someday ... if Emrys wants that future, too.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Nov 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9781685505936

K.L. Noone

K.L. Noone loves fantasy, romance, cats, far too sweet coffee, and happy endings! She is also the author of Port in a Storm and its upcoming sequel, available from Less Than Three Press, and numerous short romances with Ellora’s Cave and Circlet Press; her fantasy fiction has appeared in Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Sword and Sorceress anthologies. With her Professor Hat on, she teaches college students about Shakespeare and superhero comics, and has published academic articles and essays on Neil Gaiman’s adaptations of Beowulf, Welsh mythology in modern fantasy, and Terry Pratchett’s Discworld novels.

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In the Pass of Ghosts

By K.L. Noone

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For my fellow lovers of sword-and-sorcery tales and gleeful pulp fantasy adventure.

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In the Pass of Ghosts

By K.L. Noone

Chapter 1

There’s a haunting in the pass. The thinner of the two well-dressed cloth merchants swung his ale for emphasis; liquid sloshed. The inn, large and crowded, provided a refuge against possible ghosts, here at the foot of the Dragon’s Spine peaks. Wind rattled the wooden shutters; the fire crackled in its hearth, an underscore.

The man, given a small audience of interested gazes, elaborated, No one’s getting through. Not alive. Thomas Carter heard from a traveling bard that the entire De Varys trading caravan died for fright, without a mark on them—

And how, Emrys the Shadow inquired, amused and low enough that only Aric could hear amid the inn’s bustle, would the bard have known, if no one’s getting out alive… and had a sip of spiced wine. His eyes were the grey of winter smoke, opals amid the firelit wood-carved noise; even in a beer-splashed crossroads inn, even with at least six weapons stored in various braces and boots, Em stood out. A gemstone, silver and onyx, short ruffled dark hair and delicate cheekbones; a home, the home Aric could reach out and touch, riding beside him. A hearth, a safe harbor.

Em would laugh at being called safe, of course. Aric ran a hand through his own hair—long, blond, a leather-wrapped braid or two, cheerfully playing into the large shaggy swordsman-for-hire reputation—and leaned back in his chair, balancing. He had good balance, even after most of a mug of strong ale, and anyway the wall was right there. You don’t believe him?

"I believe there’s probably something in the pass. Wyverns, bandits, an ice-worm, a mage with a very specific grudge against the De Varys family…"

Is that likely?

I have no idea, having never met them. Em poured more wine. His—and it was his, at the moment; he’d been clear about that—fingers were graceful, steady, competent; Aric thought of touches, caresses, those hands throwing daggers or weaving nets of enchanted grass or sliding along bared skin, leisurely and confident, coaxing well-practiced shattering pleasure out of his own body, in bed or under the stars or in one memorable case on a rooftop…

He’d been staring. Em’s eyebrows,