Kagome’s feet were wooden, dragging. She knew what she had to do, loath though she was to do it. But a figure on the veranda made her pause in dim surprise. “Yahiko!” she exclaimed, her heart pounding as she hastened over to him. Ikiryou’s whereabouts were unknown, and the sudden, paranoid fear that he might

The guards might search the whole night in vain, but Kagome knew where Ikiryou would be. As the sky was beginning to lighten, she made her way alone and in secret to that spot in the thick timbered walls of the fortress which had never been patched over. Glancing about her one last time, Kagome

“Kagome,” a voice spoke to her, deep and even and cool. She knew that voice. It was the voice she loved most in all the world. “Kagome, I am here.” But when Kagome woke, she was alone. Her lashes weighed heavy, the very tips of them crystallized with frost. But she was dry. Around her fevered

On the eve of Marika’s departure, the household gathered at the gates to see her off. Only her father was notably absent, unable to rise from his bed. But Marika had said her goodbyes to him privately, before. At the front of the farewell party, Kagome stood with Yahiko at her side. She hadn’t spoken

Relieved as Kagome felt, it was still vaguely distressing to her that Natsuko didn’t even attempt to snub her or curse her upon arrival. Instead, cowering back in her bed, she gazed palely at Kagome in tremulous, tearful apprehension. “T-that beast,” she asked faintly, clutching the blankets up to her chin, “…is he gone?” “He’s

The last few days had been sunny and unseasonably warm. Whether this signaled another short winter or a false spring remained to be seen. But for now the residents of Tatsumi enjoyed the reprieve regardless. The thick blankets of snow covering the castle grounds had grown patchy and frayed, leaving great swathes of bare earth

Kagome froze. In that bitter, breathless moment, she thought she might just die after all. Then the moment passed. She thawed from her frozen shock. Balling her hands into fists in her sleeves, Kagome clenched her jaw and glanced aside. “Well,” she muttered, low and fierce, “good for him.” Head cocked to one side, Hirokin

Clothed once again in red hakama and white haori, Kagome made her way through the castle gates. It was early morning yet. Against the soft, thawing ground, her horse’s hooves made only a whisper of sound. On the way out of town, she encountered an army marching up the road. At their advance, the townsfolk

By the shores of a secluded lake, Kagome tied her horse. Peering up the rocky slopes that lay beyond, she could just see the temple from here. The golden top of the pagoda crested above the trees. Its wide eaves swept out like wingtips, their keen points sparking in the late afternoon sun. At the

Dread gnawed Kagome up inside, as she stood before the door of a building she’d scarcely glanced at before. The windows were fitted with wooden bars. The door was bolted heavily from the outside. As Kagome laid her hand to the bolt, the priestesses at her back hovered grimly. “Please, Miko-sama,” the eldest urged her