He watched the Vathen break like waves on the wall of forkbeard shields. He watched the wall waver and almost crumble, and then hold and the last forkbeards surge down the hill, and he watched the Vathen turn and flee. He didn’t stay to see what happened after that but walked quickly back to the ...
‘After Lostring Hill I went back home, close to the edge of the Crackmarsh. This is how I came to Andhun from there.’ They stopped beside a frozen pond. Mirrahj reversed her spear and smashed the ice around the edge so their horses could drink. Gallow drew a map in the snow with a stick. ‘The Cra...
Only the Fateguard themselves could understand what it meant to be made into an ironskin, a man who served the Eyes of Time. Much was lost, many things that other men took for granted and would never willingly have forgone, and almost all those the Eyes of Time chose were given no say in becoming...
‘Open!’ Beyard turned. ‘Shall we take our punishment like men then?’ But Medrin was already at the window. He vanished down the rope and that was that. Gone. Craven bastard. ‘Open this door!’ The roar from outside was furious this time. The other Lhosir, the blacksmith’s lad Gallow, pushed an emp...