“IRON” in italiano

Rew kicked a bit of iron that was poking out from the ruined cell door.

At the time of choosing, no one could look at the empty chains dangling from the crude iron bars.

The others followed, their lights going out, their earthly forms reimposed upon reality as they replaced the iron collars about their necks.

He knocked on the iron door through which he couldn’t pass, and when Bellepheros opened it, he walked politely inside instead of vanishing and appearing somewhere else.

”Explosions trembled the rock as magisters let off charges of glimmer and iron.

Where they breached the iron skin they left holes aglow with dripping metal and the Draathis fell lifeless, but as often as not the bolts ricocheted off.

Where the outer ring of the palace was more than a twisted iron skeleton in a circle of debris, where it hadn’t been smashed open or exploded from the inside, handfuls of Taiytakei soldiers herded groups of captives.

In an articulated fist it clutched a lump of iron bigger than a Torosan godling.

She left him there, bewildered, and went to her workshop and opened the iron door.

Lavinia wondered why the wall needed iron spikes along it, if the mill were such a grand place to live.

A mere iron door barred the way – iron so no Elemental Man could pass through – which swung open at Tsen’s touch.