“What is this?” the swordmaster grunted. “You bring me a sack of bones.” He was tall and hard with muscle, with dark, cropped hair and a long, narrow nose. I felt small next to him. Puny and weak, like a sapling next to the ancient oak.” – Nightingale, Chapter 5
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Melissa Mickelsen wrote her first book at age fourteen when she discovered that writing was just as fun as reading. After earning a master’s degree in technical communication, she worked in Germany writing and designing newsletters for a nonprofit organization. As a military spouse, Melissa lives with her husband and their two children wherever the government sends them. You can visit her website at melissamickelsen.com.
