Tag Archives: Phelan O’Credne

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] Thordin’s hammer clanged off the anvil instead of the blade, ringing wrong, sounding off-key. Phelan risked a glance up at him, knowing what he’d see in his friend’s face—astonishment, disbelief, confusion. He … Continue reading →

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.] Phelan kept walking—out of the tent, out into the sunshine and the grass of a late afternoon. The chill of winter had faded, giving away to a spring that was warming quickly, … Continue reading →

[This post is from Thordin’s point of view.] Thordin watched the metal shift slowly from a dull orange closer toward bright white, shifting his weight every so often to pump the bellows, adding oxygen to the flames, fanning them to greater … Continue reading →