The Ice (The Bound and the Broken, #3.5)

by Ryan Cahill

There were a thousand reasons to shed a tear, but weeping was born of grief and grief alone.

“The fellensír,” Alvira had said as she stood in the training yard all those years ago. “The lonely mountain. When your brothers and sisters are nowhere to be found, when you stand alone, you must make yourself a fortress. You must become both the immovable object and the unstoppable force. There are few who have ever truly mastered the fellensír. Join those ranks, and you will be one of the greatest swordsmen to have ever lived.”

“And so, the time has finally come. This is the path.”