Jay

When I returned to the shores of consciousness and found myself in my own bed, the throbbing had reduced to a dull ache and my remaining fingers didn’t hurt so much.

They didn’t move much either. Thumb and forefinger met as they should, but the claw had no power to clasp metal firmly for striking. I’d be little use in the forge, other than sweeping up.

Kip returned my knife to me, polished to a shine. I declined the rings from my right hand that Cr...