7/8/2023 0 Comments The blade itself goodreads![]() ![]() He knocked a barbed sword from a Flathead’s hand, seized it by the scruff of the neck and forced its face down into the channel where the molten steel flowed, furious yellow, and its head hissed and bubbled, shooting out stinking steam. The Bloody-Nine showed his teeth, and smiled to be free, and to see the good work done so well. The Shanka would scream and gibber, and the pieces of them would scatter, and they would be sliced and divided as neatly as meat on the butcher’s block And where the circles passed everything would be made right. ![]() “Die!” he roared, and the blade made circles, savage and beautiful, the letter on the metal burning red and leaving bright trails behind. It was written into the cavern in lines of fire and lines of shadow. Armed or not, their death was a thing already decided. They scattered for the racks, seizing their spiked swords, and their sharp axes, and the Bloody-Nine laughed to watch them. ![]()
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