The black sword hovered in the air. “No man may wield me,” its eerie voice echoed softly off nothing but air, “who has not drunk deep of the blood of six dragons. For all others, ’tis death to touch me.”
The adventurer sprang forward and clutched it, unhelming. “I am no man!”
…— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 18, 2018
Then her face fell, her eyes went dark, and she toppled to join the heaped bones of the many fallen.
The sword stayed where it was.
“I was using ‘man’ in the sense of ‘all humankind,’” it explained to the corpse, not unkindly. “I’m old.”#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) May 18, 2018
