I have made blades for men who meant to use them, and I have buried some of those same men.

The summer I was seventeen, I mended latches in Tessaro and knew nothing of the world beyond the city wall. Then part of that wall came down. Voren wanted me to look at a mark he had found in the stone. I didn’t bother. He went through the gap alone, and I went after him.

On the other side I found danger waiting and no trace of my brother. Injured and stranded, I had to depend on people who had never heard of the home I was trying to get us both back to. Ferronor had roads I didn’t know, laws I didn’t understand, and men who asked too many questions about where I had come from. Every trail went cold. Every answer came with a price.

In Ferronor, what happens in the world leaves something behind. A battlefield can hold Grief. A man who spends his life refusing to give in might leave Defiance. The Forcari gather what remains and bind it into armour and steel, and every piece carries something of what made it.

To survive among them, I had to learn their world faster than it could swallow me, and form bonds with things I could never have imagined.

Voren was still out there.

I would find him, whatever it cost.

The first book in a dark fantasy series of forged power, buried secrets, and a brother’s promise.