"Then let's go raiding."
He raised a hand. The golden trees became razor-edged shards of code, spinning into a storm.
Eivor looked at her hand. The Hidden Blade was gone. Her own worn axe, Varin's Axe , had materialized in its grip, its edge glinting with real steel and real memory.
"Then let's go raiding."
He raised a hand. The golden trees became razor-edged shards of code, spinning into a storm.
Eivor looked at her hand. The Hidden Blade was gone. Her own worn axe, Varin's Axe , had materialized in its grip, its edge glinting with real steel and real memory.