Hatchet Book Summary Novels & Stories

Comment after comment poured in, each one twisting the knife deeper. ‘She’s brilliant.’ ‘Finally, someone worth admiring.’ ‘Hannah Blacken is the future.’ My lip split beneath the pressure of my teeth. A metallic tang of blood filled my mouth. The fire. I thought of the fire I had orchestrated, the blaze that was supposed to wipe her out completely. I had been so sure she would crumble. Yet somehow she had walked out untouched. Worse—she had turned the ashes into her victory, making herself look stronger, smarter, more unstoppable.

First one way, then the other. One…Two…Three. The stranger drew a small hatchet from his waist band and brandished it over his head. Perfect. There was a universal gasp throughout the alehouse. All knew what was to come. Savage caught his wrist and stepped under his arm. Moving next to him as he brought the hatchet inward and down. So, the man’s own blade pierced down the center of his stomach. He squealed in objection. Flailing and trying to fight.

In his large fist he wielded the Sauk war hatchet, one of its two hawk feathers intact. Tommy spun in shock as the bare-chested Salt slashed crossways twice with the small ax, forehanded and back. The blade caught flesh and Tommy cried out. Something went flying from his hand into the shadows. Then Salt was driving his prey to the ground, triumphant, rearing back with his razored hatchet high—