000			01470nam a22001697a 4500
999			_c24821 _d24821
020			_a9781533134134
100			_aHarmon, Amy _91317
245			_aThe Bird and the Sword _ba Novel _cAmy Harmon
250			_a1st Edition
260			_aUnited States _bCreateSpace _c2016
300			_a328 Pages _b23cm. _emap
520			_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?
650			_aDaughters _vFiction _91318
650			_aKings and Rulers _vFiction _91319
650			_aMan-woman relationships _vFiction _990
942			_cBOOK