The hammer settled into Ego's hand, and the gold light that had built it faded down into the metal and stayed there, glowing faintly along the edges.
Noah had held it once before. On a dirt road in another time, with Pip behind him and Egor's whole weight thrown behind it, he'd caught this thing with both palms and felt the force of stopping it carve two furrows into the road behind his heels. He remembered how heavy it was. Looking at it now, it seemed heavier.
