Of Feathers and Thorns

by Kit Vincent

If we were to utter a word about the secret to anyone who didn’t already know of it, all the iron in our blood would form a needle and pierce our hearts, instantly killing us. Hence its name: the iron word.”

It was strange to continue with any usual routine after the world-shattering revelations we’d received from Probos. Yet I couldn’t think of anything better to do than fix some quick sandwiches for dinner

Like every stubborn man in the history of the universe, Kavender won’t quit until he’s proven his point—or annihilated everything around him.

Well, at least if it hurt this much, it probably meant I wasn’t dead yet, which was good news, all things considered.