Henry...your father was a brave man." He continued attacking the metal with a sledgehammer, brutally hacking at the anvil. She wasn't sure he had heard her. Then, he stopped short, the hammer hanging heavy in the air, the fire snapping in front of him." I was close enough to smell it," he seethed, not turning. "But I was afraid. I hid for

— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

Maybe Father August is right," Henry started thoughtfully, rising from a bench. "Maybe we should wait." From the back of the tavern, Peter stifled a burst of laughter. Henry gripped the edge of the table. Adrian turned to Henry with a withering glare." Maybe, my son," Adrian said quietly, "you should find your courage." Henry took a labored breath." You want to hunt the Wolf?" He narrowed his eyes, spurned. "All right, then. Let's hunt it.

— Sarah Blakley-Cartwright