01589nam a22001817a 4500999001700000020001800017100002200035245004800057250001600105260003700121300002600158520100100184650002901185650003601214650004101250942000901291952010701300  c24821d24821  a9781533134134  aHarmon, Amy91317  aThe Bird and the Swordba NovelcAmy Harmon  a1st Edition  aUnited StatesbCreateSpacec2016  a328 Pagesb23cm.emap  aSwallow, daughter, pull them in, those words that sit upon your lips. Lock them deep inside your soul, hide them 'til they've time to grow. Close your mouth upon the power, curse not, cure not, 'til the hour. You won't speak and you won't tell, you won't call on heaven or hell. You will learn and you will thrive. Silence, daughter. 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. Then she predicted the king would sell his soul and lose his son to the sky. 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. He wants desperately to be king, and I just want to be free. But freedom will require escape, and I'm a prisoner of my mother's curse and my father's greed. I can't speak or make a sound, and I can't wield a sword or beguile a king. In a land purged of enchantment, love might be the only magic left, and who could ever love . . . a bird?  aDaughtersvFiction91318  aKings and RulersvFiction91319  aMan-woman relationshipsvFiction990  cBOOK  4070aABELJbabeljcYAd2017-05-10g19.00l1oYA HARMp36741r2017-07-01s2017-06-29w2017-05-10yBOOK