![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() And Jill needed this win to qualify for the Junior World Fencing Championships. The loser, fourth place, and nothing else. The winner of this bout would get third place for the tournament. The air seemed to have gone out of the room, a cavernous gymnasium where two dozen fencing strips had held competitors fighting and winning and losing all day. Jill bounced in place, flicking her épée so it whipped against the air, as if she couldn't wait to start. Her face was a shadow behind the mesh of her mask. It nestled into her hand like it had been molded there, the épée blade becoming an extension of her arm.Īcross from her, on a long, five-foot-wide strip of combat, stood her opponent, a tall, powerful-limbed girl in a bleach-white fencing jacket who seemed more like a linebacker than a fencer. Rearranged her hold on her weapon once again, curling gloved fingers around the grip. Please shop your local independent bookstore whenever possible. Note: Clicking the cover takes you to that book at the Tattered Cover bookstore in Denver. Carrie Vaughn's Virtual Playgound - Steel ![]()
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