by Luna Draven · Epic Orc Romantasy
She came to Durren's Reach for a name. The orc blacksmith with the answer is the man who unknowingly forged the lock on the shipment that killed her sisters. Asha is on village seven of twelve. Six weeks since she signed for her sisters' bodies at Kellan's Port. Two ribs broken on the left, one horse, one blade, and a five-pin lock she pulled from the kitchen floor of a house where the plague came out of a sealed water shipment. The coroner said the maker's mark was northern. The farrier said the orc smith on the Fell Coast was the only one alive who could read it. So she walks into the forge-village on a Fifthday with her hand on her hilt, says his name out loud at his lintel, and Brann sets a ladle down without looking up and says, Inside. You're bleeding.