![]() ![]() ![]() In a land purged of enchantment, love might be the only magic left, and who could ever love. I can't speak or make a sound, and I can't wield a sword or beguile a king. But freedom will require escape, and I'm a prisoner of my mother's curse and my father's greed. He wants desperately to be king, and I just want to be free. My father has a claim to the throne, and he is waiting in the shadows for all of my mother's words to come to pass. Then she predicted the king would trade his soul and lose his son to the sky. Stay alive.' The day my mother was killed, she told my father I wouldn't speak again, and she told him if I died, he would die too. ![]() You won't speak and you won't tell, you won't call on heaven or hell. Close your mouth upon the power, curse not, cure not, 'til the hour. Lock them deep inside your soul, hide them 'til they've time to grow. "'Swallow, daughter, pull them in, those words that sit upon your lips. The Bird and the Sword by Amy Harmon Book PDF ![]()
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