The Fury touched the tip of her finger to the sharp point of the blade, and suddenly Thea could see it unfolding… The star shower with which the Furies themselves had struck the kingdom, a blur of bright, brilliant streaks across the night sky. The crater forming deep in the earth below, singing with their power, their magic. Now, Thea held it in her hands. At long last, she’d found the missing piece of herself… and it had been forged with blood and steel.
