Ember Ashworth: Clang!, Kartoniert / Broschiert

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Magic swords gotta come from somewhere.

Fennix Ashborn, Fen to her friends, runs Phoenix Forge, where she makes legendary blades and enchanted armor that adventurers seem to believe appear from thin air. Someone had to forge them. That someone is an opinionated seventy-five-year-old dwarven master smith with a winged cat named Menace. Working beside her is her best friend Cal, an elven enchanter who not only makes the tea but likes to spill it. Found family accumulates around her forge whether she plans it or not.

The forge isn't the only fire that is demanding Fen's attention: mages who think enchantment matters more than the metal; temple committees designing weapons by bureaucracy; a paladin who wants a warlord's greatsword but has never drawn blood.

She's snarky, brutally honest and secretly the kindest person in the room. Takes on apprentices nobody else would, sees people others don't.

When a war cleric arrives needing armor to survive an ice dragon and six smiths have already said no, she takes the job.

She calls her forge the Dragon. Her name means phoenix. When her hammer meets the forge's rising ashes, the impossible happens.

The first book in the Phoenix Forge series. Cozy fantasy with teeth. For readers of Terry Pratchett and Becky Chambers.