Arthur was fifty, tired, and forgotten. He died in a sterile hospital room, a man who had played it safe and lost everything. But death wasn't the end. He wakes up in the body of an eight-year-old boy named Kaelen, in a world where the dirt is stained with blood and the "Middle Ages" are just beginning to crawl out of the dark.
Sold to the Order of the Obsidian Veil, Kaelen is forged into a weapon. But unlike the other orphans, Kaelen has the mind of a man who knows the value of a second chance. As the world transitions from tribal warring to civilized empires, Kaelen moves through the shadows, caught between a forbidden love with a deadly rival and a conspiracy that threatens to undo the very civilization they are building.

       Lyra was a blur of motion. She used the icy terrain to her advantage, sliding under a Harvester and plunging her glass blade into its central processing eye. The machine sparked and collapsed, but two more took its place.


       Kaelen fought with a different rhythm. He didn't focus on the machines' armor; he focused on their vents. He threw small pouches of iron-dust—the "snow" of the tundra into their intake valves.


       The fine powder, combined with the extreme cold, caused the internal steam-engines to seize. One by one, the spiders hissed and froze.


      A Steam-Hawk dived low, its nose-mounted energy-cannon glowing blue.


Chapter 46 - Chapter 46: The Dance of Glass and Iron